Sometimes in the dark of night when the house is asleep and I’m feeling discouraged about writing, small thoughts creep into my head.
Thoughts of the joy of a scene making the leap from my fingers to the screen.
Thoughts of the vision I have for my stories.
Thoughts of those who have walked down like-pathways.
It’s in those times that I can embrace the emotions and press through the fear of the next draft and remember that there is a clear answer to all those mixed story lines.
In the dark, the characters come back and tell their stories one more time and I remember what they look like.
In the dark, when I am finally detached from all of those “other” things that get in the way of telling stories (like bills and chores and the latest TV series I haven’t caught up on), I remember their tear-stained faces and favorite memories.
And then I can set about to clean up their story so that all of you can get to know them as well.