Posted the details at Learning to Spin, but wanted to let you all in on "When Story Strikes as a Bolt From the Blue".
Sitting in the garage with my routine cuppa and cougha, a story I’d just written as an opening paragraph quite a while ago (within the year?) suddenly unrolled itself in my head. I don’t even know why it came to mind, and yet it was like running into an acquaintance at the grocery store and catching up on gossip.
It’s as if NOW I know the whole story of what happened, as whispered to me by the garage gnomes. All I have to be careful of now is not to write to that end, but to still let it happen naturally; it may still change. Usually I don’t know where a story is going. This is going to be more like non-fiction, since I was "told" what happens, and I have to avoid the journalistic reporting tendency to get it written down.
Kinda neat, though, like: I know a secret I’m dying to tell! (Nyah! Nyah!)
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I love those moments. Every now and then I wake in the morning with a story, nearly complete, in my mind, as if the story fairies visited me in my dreams.
Yes, yes! And you can’t get to the computer fast enough!
And by the way, thank you Barbara–you were one of those who encouraged me to submit my work around finally. Sometimes you just need a few kind words or a slap in the head.