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Must. Write. Now.
Mar. 22nd, 2009 08:54 pmThe show went...okay. Better than expected, but not as well as hoped for; still, worse than expected would have crushed me right now, so I'm happy.
I'm also in high obsessive gear about a story.
Really high obsessive gear.
It popped into my head somehow on...Friday, I think? And I started narrating it in my head, as I do, and I narrated quite a bit of it, and I was...I was transfixed by it. Mesmerized, somehow. I thought about it all day yesterday and narrated huge portions of it in my head, and came up with side characters and plot and some twists and turns.
Last night I went to bed around 11:45, knowing I'd have to get up at 6. And I started narrating the story in my head, from the very beginning, and I wrote the whole story in my head from beginning to end. I think it had to have been around 3K or so. Now, this is not new for me; I narrate stuff in my head all the time, using complete sentences, exact phrasing, etc. However, this thing spun together so well that I didn't think about anything else through the entire story. I just narrated it, a little breathlessly, and it just...formed, on and on, sentence after sentence. And then at 2:30, just as I was reaching the conclusion, I realized that I really had to go to sleep.
At the show all day I was still narrating huge long portions of it.
Past experience has taught me that if I do not write this now, I will lose it all in the murk. I had this happen once before with this incredible Snupin story that I put together on a long drive; it was delicious and taut and utterly riveting (well, to me) and dark and intense, and because I had so much to do when I got home I put the story on the back burner, and now I remember nothing at all about it except the fading feelings it inspired.
I need to write this asap, methinks.
And I feel guilty, but I need to shout for joy about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cactus_wren, and it will have to wait until tomorrow. I'm too loopy to do it justice tonight.
Plus, the story is burning me. Every time I think about it I get butterflies in my stomach. *shivers* (Oh, it's a Riptide fic, of course, btw.)
I'm also in high obsessive gear about a story.
Really high obsessive gear.
It popped into my head somehow on...Friday, I think? And I started narrating it in my head, as I do, and I narrated quite a bit of it, and I was...I was transfixed by it. Mesmerized, somehow. I thought about it all day yesterday and narrated huge portions of it in my head, and came up with side characters and plot and some twists and turns.
Last night I went to bed around 11:45, knowing I'd have to get up at 6. And I started narrating the story in my head, from the very beginning, and I wrote the whole story in my head from beginning to end. I think it had to have been around 3K or so. Now, this is not new for me; I narrate stuff in my head all the time, using complete sentences, exact phrasing, etc. However, this thing spun together so well that I didn't think about anything else through the entire story. I just narrated it, a little breathlessly, and it just...formed, on and on, sentence after sentence. And then at 2:30, just as I was reaching the conclusion, I realized that I really had to go to sleep.
At the show all day I was still narrating huge long portions of it.
Past experience has taught me that if I do not write this now, I will lose it all in the murk. I had this happen once before with this incredible Snupin story that I put together on a long drive; it was delicious and taut and utterly riveting (well, to me) and dark and intense, and because I had so much to do when I got home I put the story on the back burner, and now I remember nothing at all about it except the fading feelings it inspired.
I need to write this asap, methinks.
And I feel guilty, but I need to shout for joy about
cactus_wren, and it will have to wait until tomorrow. I'm too loopy to do it justice tonight.Plus, the story is burning me. Every time I think about it I get butterflies in my stomach. *shivers* (Oh, it's a Riptide fic, of course, btw.)