A Rock Feels No Pain

In despero , obscurum ; In Diligo , Lux lucis. (In despair, darkness; In Love, Light). -Me

Writing, sort of

Original post date was August 14, 2006

Fiction writing has been a great outlet for me in the last few years, I’ve enjoyed creating worlds and characters and settings and plots that lead me into all kinds of places I never thought of before. I’ve found that one of the things I enjoy most, is when the characters come alive, and take over the flow of the story. I do resent it sometimes, when I think that I know better than they, but if I let them carry on, the words seem to flow; if I fight them, try to force them into my own conception of what’s next, it becomes a struggle. The problem lies when they lead the story to places I don’t think it should go.

It saddened me, when after nanowrimo last year, I seemed to have lost all interest in writing, all inspiration gone. One of my observations at that time, was that no matter how I tried, there always seemed to be a character that insisted on hopping into bed, at some point.

Even the “good girl” characters refused to stay in character all the way through. Once the scene was done, though, I could usually remove it; makes me wonder how come I seem to have to write smutty fantasies, if they don’t advance the plot, and can be jerked out whole when done? I mean, why can’t I just not write it at all, to begin with? But, when I try to force past it, I run into blocks and twists and the darn characters get all pissy with me, and tell me “I know what I want, damn it, and you’re gonna write it!”

Twits. I think that’s part of why I wasn’t interested in stories, for a time; I wanted to focus on improving the stories, the character development, and not get side tracked with things irrelevant to the plot.

Then, I stopped being interested in anything at all, which included writing, and which I don’t need to go into again.

But, tonight- for the first time in a long, long time, I found myself remembering an old story that I had half completed, and had a compulsion to revisit it. It’s plain old smut, no literary value at all, but I don’t mind that when it’s not interfering with other plot plans. It has no redeeming features whatsoever, but I’ve spent the last two hours adding to it, and just the joy of writing, putting in the dialogue, the settings, describing the rock in the sunlight, is a joy.

Been a long time since I’ve felt this, the pleasure of creating. Imagining, and having the words flow, so even if it’s dreck, I’m having fun with it, and am looking forward to seeing where we (the characters and I) end up.

So, what’s up in your world? I’m not telling what’s up in theirs!


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