Delusional Morning
April 14, 2000
7:01 a.m.
I've spent the past two or three mornings at the keyboard acting like a fisherman casting out words like monofilament, waiting for that strike to come. Finally, while sleeping last night, I think I may have finally gotten into that right frame of mind that coaxes the big one up from the bottom. What an ugly metaphor, huh? Hey, what can you expect from me this early in the morning, eh? Armed with my new perspective, I've taken a step back and spent most of the morning looking for information. Then I dove back in and played with plot for awhile. I have yet to create any real words on this approach, but I've got the grainy feeling inside my bones that comes with knowing most of what I need to know to make things work. I wish I could describe that better. There's just this feeling. It's an itch or a scraping or ... well whatever ... right in the deepest part of my joints. And when it comes it means I'm ready to make things happen, that if I can just manage to filter out all the other stuff the story will come out just fine. So, I consider today to be a huge step forward. Of course, I've still got a half hour--time enough for a couple hundred words, doncha think?  Writers: Those with delusional powers enough to overcome themselves Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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