Every writer has days where the writing feels good. We sit down at our desk, flip on the computer – or open our notebook – and get “stuck in,” as my friend, Paula, says. The words come pouring out our fingers, almost faster than we can get them written. Thoughts, words, images crowd our brains, screaming to be written first – who cares if it is written in order? We can come back and edit later.
These kinds of days are the best. Even when the writing is messy, even when there are huge holes in the story (I make a note to fill in and move on), a good writing day means the story moves forward. I find new and appealing things about my characters, even the bad guys. Somehow on a day like this, a plot detail I’ve been struggling with smoothes out, the killer is caught, a new planet is explored, or there is an epic space battle.
It catches me, holds me hostage and won’t let me go, even when I need fresh coffee. Somehow, the coffee goes from pot to cup, though I’m hardly aware as I’m plotting away feverishly, hardly able to wait to get my fingers back on the keyboard. Forget the phone; everyone will have to wait, and I better not have a doctor’s appointment that day or it gets rescheduled. Hubby cooks and brings me a plate. He knows the characters will not give up their hostage until they are ready.
Finally, sometime around 4500-6000 words later, I am released, exhausted, from their clutches. But it is only temporary, and I know it. The book will haunt my dreams, the characters getting ready to write themselves into the story in the morning.
Those are the hectic, crazy writing days. They feel great. I have other days when the writing feels good, where I manage to get a scene just right, or even a paragraph that has caused me trouble comes together. Finding that right word that makes an idea sparkle; writing at the beach with the wind in my hair and the sound of the ocean; sitting in the car and listening to … nothing but the breeze in the grass and the lazy mooing of the cows down below.
Okay, I can find lots of times when the writing feels good. Basically, it feels good to write, even when it is messy and sloppy, or it all grinds to a halt because all the characters decide to go walk-about at the same time. As another of my friends says, “This is the best job ever!” I totally agree.
When does the writing feel good for you?