Wednesday, July 2, 2008

I'll Never Understand

I've been writing for a living for a very long time now (over twenty-five years) and I still don't understand how it works.

It's 5:11 in the morning and the ideas are flowing. Why didn't those ideas flow at nine in the morning or one in the afternoon or even ten o'clock at night? Why did they wait until I crawled into bed around two-thirty and start yammering in my ear?

I got up, staggered downstairs, and turned on the computer. Both Luke and Bridget were talking to me non-stop, so quickly my hands could barely keep up.

Trust me it's been a long time since that happened.

I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm wired. I'm writing.

Outside the birds are beginning to sing.

Inside I'm wondering why I didn't keep that job at McDonald's.

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Anonymous Brandy said...

I'm not a writer, but have nothing but respect for authors. It's interesting to catch a glimpse of how y'all work. Thank you.

July 2, 2008 at 7:25 PM  
Anonymous KaliAmanda said...

Fly, little fingers: type!!!

July 2, 2008 at 8:57 PM  
Anonymous Ken said...

I'm a relatively new writer.

Sometimes, as I lay in bed almost sleeping (or almost waking) the next section will begin writing itself. I clearly envision the words lining up in phrases and dialogue that wouldn't come to me in my writing sessions.

Alas! I am a lazy soul. Far too often I don't jump up and put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard). But it often comes back to me again later, and is inspiration to continue.

Happy to find your blog.


July 9, 2008 at 8:19 AM  

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