Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Could You Come Back Later?
A man with a deep voice is softly telling me his story. "You can't substitute one obsession for another. I know. I've tried."
That's how my stories start. I hear a voice. The whole process is so woo-woo that I hesitate to discuss it with non-writers. Generally I'm delighted to hear that voice. It means I'll be going on a journey with new characters.
But this isn't a good time for me. In fact, it's a terrible time to start a new story. I just limped through the finish line with my last novel and my husband is recovering from open-heart surgery. Did I mention I'm in a fibromyalgia flare? Yup. Fibromyalgia is one of those illnesses that rears at totally inconvenient times making you ache and giving you insomnia.
My new character thinks I should listen to him during my sleepless nights. At 2 AM he says, "Let me tell you about my brother. He sort of looks like Prince Harry without the naughtiness. I'm the dark one. We are color coded for our respective personalties." He asks, "Aren't you intrigued yet?"
I tell him he sounds kind of creepy and is about as welcome as an alligator at the door.
He laughs. "You need me. You know."
I can't argue with that. I am a writer -- a scribe -- and to turn down a story is unthinkable. "All right," I tell him, "let me go get a pen."
at 8:00 AM