Last night I started out at about 8pm with the seed of an idea for what I thought would be another flash fiction piece. Over seven hours of non-stop writing later I finished the 7-page story, “Touched.” I looked at the clock. 3:20am. I’d had so much fun putting pieces of the puzzle together I had no clue so much time had passed. It’s as though I was in a time bubble.
I sometimes write all night and am surprised to see the sun shining through the window.
I used to enjoy putting jigsaw puzzles together, but writing is so much more fun for me. The challenge is greatly increased in writing because I can’t keep referring to a photo on the cover of a puzzle box to see how everything will fit together and how the how project will turn out, and I have to create each piece from scratch rather than select pre-made puzzle pieces.
There were several times last night when I sat in amazement at where the story had led me to at that point, and that I had no clue as to how it would end or how long it would be.
Writing to me is a bit like being a farmer with unknown seeds. I get the seed of an idea. Plant it, water and nurture it, and see what it grows into. It sometimes turns into a poem, a song, or a short story. I’ve learned not to fight what it was meant to be, but rather to go with the flow, and see where this wild writing river adventure takes me.
Each seed I plant or writing journey I begin is a leap of faith and act of love.
I have no idea what is around the next bend on this writing adventure but I’m loving the ride.