Humble beginnings..

Last week I mentioned how I am looking to re-invest some time into writing one of the many stories that have been bouncing around my much addled brain for the last couple of decades. True to my word, I have begun establishing a modest beginning to that end.

This is the stage that I absolutely love, the beginning. Here is where I actually start to feel like a storyteller. When I put together a basic storyline in abstract terms and then stop to look at it, I know that when the pencil meets the paper, it could change in any number of ways. It’s those changes that I look forward to the most, the spark of life that a story can sometimes take on, and lead me to places I never imagined.

I’ve been around writers long enough to have heard these statements uttered more than once: “My story has gotten out of control”, or “My characters have taken over my story”. It is a legitimate problem to have, but in my opinion not entirely a bad one. When a story moves itself forward seemingly by its own momentum, or characters appear to breathe on their own, that’s when I feel like I am on to something.

Everything is still in a larval stage at this point. The world is not much more than a skeleton and the characters are still little more than motes of light. However, I already feel like there is something there, more than it ever has in the past. If it continues to go this way, what my mind is conjuring will quickly turn into something that when I close my eyes I will be able to see in crystalline detail.

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