I am currently writing a story. That’s not so strange I do that, I write. What is a little different is that I have no idea where the story is going and what will happen. I normally pull together a plot, create a rough outline and then fill in the gaps. This one is different.
I just began to write. It has developed and evolved as I have written, but I still don’t know what will happen. It is a magical, surreal, fantasy piece, but even that is unclear to me. Each day, I get out the notebook and write. There are also bits of it on two pieces of writing software and in my A4 desk diary. I should really pull these disparate pieces together into one document (back-up your work Darren!) but as yet that hasn’t happened.
The words are flowing and that is the main thing. I wanted to get back into the habit of writing daily during April and that has happened. The planner architect aspect of my personality wants to organise the words and the story. I feel the urge to plan it out, to break down potential chapters and create a broad brush stroke of where the story will head. I am fighting that urge. I don’t know if this is because the ideas are not yet there and they are still percolating, or if I don’t want to break the spell.
Writing is a magical process as I conjure a story out of memories, emotions and imagination. This story feels magical too as it takes shape. Like my characters I am treading carefully through this one as it comes together.
I am sure I will have to organise it and plan at some point, most probably when the words dry up and I feel lost, but until then I am letting the magic and the words flow. I am trying not to break the spell.