When into my head the stories creep
If I don't get up and write them down
I'll wake up with a serious frown.
So, there I was Sunday night, trying to sleep, when this scene popped into my head. The beginning scene for a new mystery laid itself out beautifully. So I made myself get up and write some of it down. That usually makes the scene stop playing so I can get some sleep, and it's also usually enough to get me going on writing the next day.
1) It didn't stop playing in my head.
2) I didn't write enough of it down to really get back in the groove with it.
I told myself I should just get up, turn the damn computer back on, and write the whole damn scene. Did I? Nope. And the next day, as I was sitting at my keyboard looking at the few notes I had written, I cursed myself for a fool. It's been so hard to write these past few months I should've recognized the story was more precious than the sleep. But I didn't.
Still, I sat my ass down and wrote. Oh my god, what came out was so lame. Definitely not the glowing words I'd thought of the night before. I wanted to chuck it all in the trash and go back to sitting on my ass. But I couldn't just give up. The story was shrieking to be written. I tried again last night. Whole new file, blank page, sit your ass down and write.
This try was not lame. And it flowed pretty much the way it had when I thought of it the night before. 1300 words. Woohoo.
I have only a slight clue where I'm going with this. I don't know the MC in the slightest. It doesn't dovetail with any of my current stories. The MC is a whole new person. It's kind of noir. It's gritty. More like Accidental Death than anything else I've written. But more so.
We'll see if I can keep it going and not second guess myself (which has already begun by the way) and write the whole damn thing. It's not the book I need to finish right now, but it's the book I need to finish. Maybe writing this will jumpstart my lead ass so I can finish Cinder Ugly. Fingers crossed.