Looking ahead to 2016, the possibilities are endless.
This past year was filled with a lot of attention going to negative energy, and that just doesn’t get anything positive done. Well, this coming year is going to be very different. First. there’s a comic project I’m busy finishing up. There will be some technicalities to handle, but it’ll get out there. No problems.
Next, I really want to work on a project I woke up with fully formed in my head, and that’s primarily what I want to talk about in this post. I’m not going to detail the plot, but it’s an historic piece set in eastern European WWII. If not for the comic, that’s the book I’d be working on right now.
Author Richard Bach says this about writing:
I do not enjoy writing at all. If I can turn my back on an idea, out there in the dark, if I can avoid opening the door to it, I won’t even reach for a pencil.
But once in a while there’s a great dynamite-burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the throat and gently says, I will not let you go until you set me, in words, on paper.
That’s how I feel about this story. It will not let me go. And I’m glad. It’s a good one. The silent little old lady has me by the throat and I will not have peace until I’ve written her down from start to finish. I like that about her. She nags at me. I feel her with me whenever I do my daily tasks, washing dishes, tending to my plants or cleaning. I feel her with me all the time. She’s a character that really, really wants to be written.
Every now and then, when I’m in the middle of something else, some inspiration for that book will hit me and I’ll reach for a pencil to jot it down. The story is fully formed, but the devil’s in the details. It’s the little things that make a book real and believable. So when those little inspirations drift in front of me, I don’t let them pass unnoticed.
There’s one plot twist that has to happen. It’s important, integral. It shifts the entire paradigm of personal power and social interaction within the plot. There’s no getting around it. It has to happen.
Problem is, that it can’t happen. It’s diametrically impossible. It cannot happen the way it was originally conceived. Just can’t. But it also can’t be ignored.
I’ve let it rest, hoping an answer would present itself to me. How can this imossible event happen? How can it be believable? How can it be real? I could force it, but that would be a cheat. I’m not one of those authors that expects readers to accept something unfair just because it’s my book and I say so. No. It has to be real.
I took a step back and looked for the Universe to hand me an answer. And it did, in its own time. Today for no good reason.
Oh. Of course. That’s how it happens. Simple!
This year will see three projects become a reality for me. First, the comic. That’s been too long coming as it is. After that come two books. One about the cure for cancer, and the other this tale of bravery and resilience. Those, assorted artwork, crafts, and little Japanese toe socks.
It’s amazing how (divine?) inspiration works.
Thank you, Universe.