I’m lucky enough that words rarely elude me (yes I may talk a bit too much sometimes). I find ideas randomly pop into my head and once they are there, there’s no going back. With laptop comfortably placed in front of me I start typing. I marvel at my brain’s ability to generate a story without even a second thought. I know the basics of what my story or scene will be but until I’m sitting there with my fingers on the key I’m really not sure where these ideas will take me. Rationality and overthinking are bypassed as my imagination takes control and tells my fingers what to do. To read back through what you have written and feel the emotions you wanted to the reader to feel brings a real sense of pride. I did this, I create a piece of work that stirs the emotions of the reader. I want to enthral my readers to the point where they unknowingly allow their emotional journey to show on their faces. To smile without realising that the fruits of my imagination have transported them to such a realistic world that they have been emotionally moved by the story’s journey.
I’ve currently almost finished editing my manuscript (working title – Surrender). The crazy thing though is that I haven’t written the very last few pages/chapter. I’ve come to a halt, realising that I haven’t quite finished writing it. It’s the part I guess you could call the epilogue, just to finish things off. I don’t want to end it without leaving the reader with a few questions that they will find themselves dreaming about what might happen after the words have stopped. Sometimes I think that happily ever after finishes things off with too much finality and the reader doesn’t get the chance to use their own imagination, thinking about what might happen next in the character’s lives.
I was having a conversation the other day with one of my friends who is an avid reader. She brought up how amazing it was that I had written so much and created manuscripts that are “an awesome read” as she put it. Of course I was completely flattered. She went on to say how there was no way she would ever be able to create something like that. I was surprised that someone who had reader so many books would not be able to create her own story. It might just be because words and ideas come to me so easy but I was confused, didn’t that happen to everyone? Doesn’t everyone have those moments where their imagination clouds their reality? Those fantastical stories, ideas come flooding in and play out in front of you as you go on autopilot for the rest of the world.
Unfortunately though right now my imagination is having a communication problem with my fingers as the words they are spitting out on the screen in front of me aren’t good enough to describe the scene in my mind. I can see the end, I can picture exactly what I want and how it plays out as though it were a movie but the words to describe it elude me. Words worthy of the story, worthy to spread across the pages. Those last few pages could completely ruin the whole story if I can’t find the right words to describe exactly what’s in my head. I have written this part many times but none of those seem to fit properly. I’ll keep preserving because it’s worth it and because I love writing. I know the words will fall into place eventually and I’ll wonder why I ever stressed about it.
So here’s to gathering those perfect words and writing an ending befitting of my characters.