A Dem-fine Story

This morning I did some last minute preliminary work for
A Darker Shadow IX, and began writing it (I’m at 2,652 words). I must admit I’m writing ADS instead of Whispers: Chapter 3 because, as of yet, I still am not entirely sure what all will fall into the third installment of Whispers—whereas I’ve still got Michael in my head.

What struck me chiefly as I was writing this morning, was that, when I write on inspiration—when the fire’s burning,—I see things so clearly that I sometimes forget where I am. It’s an interesting phenomenon to look up from a piece of work and suddenly realize that you’ve been so engrossed in the story you’re telling, that you’ve no idea whatsoever how the world has been getting on without you.

This certainly isn’t the first time I have experienced such a thing. The first time I noticed this happening was when I first told the story of The Noblest Knight, which came about as I was speaking to a friend via WLM. I found myself so lost in the fictional word I had created that it frightened me.

But this isn’t a bad thing, to be lost within one’s own story. In fact I would go so far as to say that when true inspiration and true genius are happening, one SHOULD be totally immersed. It’s when you’re ten-feet-under in characters and plot and other fantastic things that only your mind can contrive, that you can really describe what you see, what you feel. It’s then that the story comes to life; and it’s then that fans will read it and say, “I feel like I’m there too!”

And that’s a dem-fine story.