Writers often talk about epiphanies that hit them so strongly, they feel like they’re externally driven, like their characters have come to life and are bossing them around. I used to read that stuff, roll my eyes, and think, “Yeah, right. Self-indulgent, whimsical [expletive].”
And then it happened to me!
And it was awesome!!!!!!!!
So now I’m kind of a junkie for that self-indulgent, whimsical [expletive]. (And it’s your turn to use those terms about me.)
I have a character in my novel who’s big on bossing me around. This character is determined to have a miserable life. I try to write happy endings for [character], give [character] a good life. But no. [Character] won’t have any of that. Of course, the terrible things [character] inspires are actually quite delicious to write about, so maybe I’m giving [character] a better life by giving [character] a miserable storyline.
[Character] started off as a secondary bit player, and now [character’s] one of the stars. I guess [character] knows what [character’s] doing.
(Forgive the brackets. I’m trying to avoid spoilers for those who’ve read bits of my early drafts.)
Anyway, that happened today. I set out to write about something entirely different, then I saw [character’s] picture in my story folder, a song came on iTunes, and whammo bammo slammo. A new tragic storyline. Many weeps later, I’m dying to write these tragic scenes, but I’m nowhere near ready, and they’ll involve some research. (Gee, thanks, [character].)
School week’s starting up again. Let’s see if I get anything written at all.