I finished the fic I started just a few days ago. It was kind of a new experience, and I’m not sure how much of it was magic and how much to attribute to my commitment to finish things. Anyway, an idea popped into my head, more fully-formed than usual, upon awakening Sunday morning. I dashed out a few pages long-hand: a few sketches, a scene or two, some dialogue, a general outline of the story. From then I spent a great deal of highly focused time on it. On my own at night, I did not watch TV: I wrote. I did not go to bed early, or even on time: I wrote. I did not even surf the web. This wasn’t me saying, I’d better write; it was me wanting to do nothing else.
So that was cool.
Moving along: As I wrote, ideas developed, scenes fleshed out, things changed in favor of other things. I struggled through a section where I wasn’t sure where things were going, kept writing just to get to that elusive end – then the next day tossed it all and wrote something new. It wasn’t hard, except when I made it hard. Everything was there in my head; I just had to get it on paper.
I’m not posting it just yet. It needs to cool, to be polished; there may be more adjustments needed. Beyond that, it’s a bit of an uncomfortable story. It wobbles back and forth between cozy, predictable continuation of a much-loved season arc, and plunge into unpleasant darkness. I’m not sure how well the two mix.
Anyway. In a few days maybe I’ll post it. In the meantime, I’ll be making my final – FINAL – pass over Dreamscapes. Smashwords, here we come. 🙂