I’m not sure where the above lines come from, but they seem to have been dancing around in my head for some time. I may have gotten them from a book. I may have made them up. Or, it could be a combination of the two. But, I love the image those lines create — of words opening doors to other lands, and of believing that little Sarah was about to climb right inside the book to walk between its pages.
Isn’t this the exact image any writer would love to have of their ideal reader?
Yesterday, I finished the first draft of a project I mentioned about five weeks ago. This is a story I was resisting because it was so different from anything I had written before. This is a story that I needed courage to write — to get those words down without second-guessing myself, or dwelling on my foolishness for trying.
It’s not ready yet, and I expect the revisions will take some time. There are gaps so deep that all I could write was (More here later), as I tried to keep up with the the pace of which the words were coming. But the bones are there: An odd girl. A cruel riot. Some laughter. Much pain.
Along with this unstable plot structure, comes the blurry picture of an ideal reader. Shimmering a bit. Fading in and out a little. But there.
The book will rest today, and probably for many days ahead before I decide to pick it up again to wade carefully through the muck. Instead, I’m pulling a new scrap of paper from my “Ideas” folder, and seeing where it leads me.
Hopefully, a door will open, and I’ll want to jump into the pages and play along.
I’m curious — What are you working on today? Who are you writing for?
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