Sometimes I’m jarred out of my novel in progress enough to wonder where it all came from, this plot, these characters, this setting.It happened again this week. These are the sorts of questions that race through my head whenever it does:
How (and why) did this story weave together like this? Why did all these bits and pieces of my soul and interests and research and echoes of the past 40-almost years of reading come together to create this story world filled with these characters that so trouble and delight and challenge me?
Even though I work hard at this story-weaving/writing thing almost daily, adding to the novel in progress piece by (mostly) deliberate piece, there’s still something mysterious and wonder-filled about the process and I really hope I never figure it out.
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It's a beautiful mystery, and that is the perfect photo to go with it. 🙂
I hope your own writing is going well, and you are finding joy in it! Mystery, too. 🙂
Yes, it's a mystery. My current WIP came to me in a vivid dream. I *lived* the first scene in the head of my MC. ; ) I never thought I'd write anything other than SF until that dream and now I'm writing contemporary women's fiction.
I so often get insights into the characters, or plot problems get solves, in those borderline moments between sleeping and waking. Funny that they happen far more often as I'm waking up than falling asleep. Good too, because I can remember them!
That's very interesting about the dream. I don't think I've had a story or even a scene come to me in a dream, though I have dreamed about my characters in nonsensical ways. And about the act of editing and fiddling with words. I guess in your case your character had to come to you in a dream to convince you to switch genres!