Have you had a good week?
I only ask so that I can boast about mine. Because I’ve been busy, not just with the usual displacement occupations around the house and garden, I’ve been writing – creatively. Yay-hey-hey & Yippidy-yay.
Okay, so it was all a bit last minute, and it needs more work, but I’ve the bulk of a story put together. And it works: that is to say, I think it’s working.
The reason I’m crowing? My flurry of creative activity follows several weeks of floundering that started when I came across a short story competition, two months ago. The brief was for stories based on a theme that I have strong feelings about.
I dithered when I first saw it, knowing that the risk, in getting onto a soapbox, is for entertainment to drift into diatribe. Still, thought I, so long as I understand that, I can watch for it. Because the plus side of such a situation is that I’d be writing from my heart, something I often argue for.
From the start, I was overwhelmed with ideas. The trouble with the dozens of scenarios I came up with though, was none of them were stories. I needed an angle, a character, a crisis to kick off from.
At that stage I was determined not to worry. I had two whole months for the writing, which was plenty of space to try an oblique strategy. I would take a break from my creative problem and catch up on other jobs, which would allow the theme to sink into my murky subconscious and ferment. With luck, when I pulled it back out, it would have metamorphosed from a raw mash of ideas into something crisp, clear and refreshingly intoxicating…
When it comes to writing, I’m not a patient person. After a few days I took the lid off my ideas, made notes, then crossed them out. I told myself I was putting the ideas away, but I didn’t. I thought about them in spare moments. Days drifted into weeks. I told myself not to panic – you can imagine how well that went.
Things got so bad that I failed to maintain the breathtakingly simple, Five Minutes Every Day trick. Then, one day last week, I was putting together a handout of writing competitions, and came across a weekly flash fiction challenge that appealed. Well, I thought, at least it will be something creative. I’ll do that.
Funny thing was, that what I found myself writing was the germ of an idea that was just perfect for the bigger story competition, though in the end, the deadline slipped past me. The thing is, I’m not writing it for entering anywhere, at the moment. I’m too busy following my characters and their story to worry about that.