it comes in rainbows and somersaults. the way through to the escape hatch has been blocked. the entrance, a small window of light, the exit a blood filled pool, contains and taints us all. I see the ripples of the pool and run to the side. It never ends. the slipping, sliding of the sloshing pool under my feet as I slip in the mud and there’s more than that, but my vision is clouded with the rain of blood coming down. I see the randomness of the dark. The feeling of it pulling into my soul. the world slips. the ground rips and I’m there, standing at the shallow end of the blood filled pool. The spigot has run dry and I don’t know where I’m going and I feel like I’m in the way.
There are times we have to ignore our research that says, “you need to learn more about the topic” and keep writing.
My current story has taken me into quantum theory, multiverse and to places I’ve heard of but never read about.
These things are a little bit beyond my pay grade, but I’m learning about them…slowly.
I want the story to be good and believable, but sometimes you have to wing it and come back after the first draft to get things done the they need to be.
Like I said before, the first draft is fast and frenetic and stopping to clarify a few things will throw you off and break the stream of writing that you’ve got going.
Writing is hard, but the first draft is all discovery; your characters, your setting, the environment, mood and all the little stuff.
When you have the first draft done, come back after a few weeks, or months and read it again to see what needs fixed, but the only way to get to that point is busting the first draft out in the first place.
The first draft is the magical place of writing, everything else is the work.