Some stories whisper, nag, suggest. They don't come pouring out. They haunt the back rooms of the mind. They are ideas that can almost be grasped, words that almost take form.
They're the unreachable itch, the tip-of-the-tongue memory, the surprise behind the locked door.
Oh God, yes! You can almost taste it. You have a feeling of the shape of the whole thing, but every damn inch has to be dragged kicking and screaming into the light.ReplyDelete
My current first draft is such a beast. I have to keep reminding myself that it's not always this hard, that it will get better! Times like these I love revision.
Have fun excavating the story!Delete