I Wish I Could Picture It
I envy people who can look at a bare room and picture it painted and decorated. They can look at a swatch of paint and know how it will look on the wall. All I see are the bare walls.
I mean, how can someone look at this picture and know how it will look when it’s finished?
Unfortunately, it’s the same with my writing. I begin with the bare walls–a shell, basically. But it isn’t until I begin to add the color by writing scenes that the story takes shape. I have described it as the carpenter’s method of writing. I have the walls and the doorways and the house takes shape as I work on it. (Unlike most builders, I do not have the blueprint.)
It isn’t quite writing blind because I know what my characters need to learn, how they need to change and some of the challenges they face. The rest I discover as I write. It makes it fun and scary at the same time.
So it is with a sense of exhilaration and relief that I come to The End of my current work and sit back with a sigh. I did not know how it would end until I got to the end. I hope it proves to be a satisfying end for my readers. (You’ll have to wait until October next year to judge for yourself.)
Go and enjoy discovering the color and texture of your day.
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