Djmac1031
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You're working on a new story.
It's coming along well, but you don't have it all worked out just yet. Still, you're happy with the progress so far.
You go to bed at a reasonable hour, but you can't sleep. Your mind is on the story; the plot, the characters, the path it needs to go.
Scenes start playing in your head. Dialog, conversations between main characters, important bits of information needed to be conveyed to move their relationship and the story along.
Finally, you roll over and grab your phone or computer or whatever you write on, and the notes begin.
Random, disjointed, out of order. No quotation marks or punctuation, Maybe not even complete sentences. No. Just the crux of it, the important bit you dread forgetting by the next morning. The rest you can flesh out later.
Finished, or so you think. You roll over and try to sleep, but more ideas come, expanding on what you just jotted down.
So you write those down, too.
The cycle repeats, several times, until finally it's all out in a jumble of badly typed notes.
Finally, your brain shuts off and you can go to sleep.
You wake up the next morning, tired, but happy to have done it and exited to get started taking that mess of random ideas and words and putting structure to it.
But first, of course, you gotta go to work.
Tell me it's not just me.
It's coming along well, but you don't have it all worked out just yet. Still, you're happy with the progress so far.
You go to bed at a reasonable hour, but you can't sleep. Your mind is on the story; the plot, the characters, the path it needs to go.
Scenes start playing in your head. Dialog, conversations between main characters, important bits of information needed to be conveyed to move their relationship and the story along.
Finally, you roll over and grab your phone or computer or whatever you write on, and the notes begin.
Random, disjointed, out of order. No quotation marks or punctuation, Maybe not even complete sentences. No. Just the crux of it, the important bit you dread forgetting by the next morning. The rest you can flesh out later.
Finished, or so you think. You roll over and try to sleep, but more ideas come, expanding on what you just jotted down.
So you write those down, too.
The cycle repeats, several times, until finally it's all out in a jumble of badly typed notes.
Finally, your brain shuts off and you can go to sleep.
You wake up the next morning, tired, but happy to have done it and exited to get started taking that mess of random ideas and words and putting structure to it.
But first, of course, you gotta go to work.
Tell me it's not just me.
