1- Last week I went out drinking for my roommates last night on Maui. It was an epic night of drinking followed by the most severe hangover in my life. That fateful morning, my other roommates were trying (as always) to get me to start lifting weights with them. Peter said, "Dude, I can see that there's a warrior somewhere in there. It's buried pretty deep, but I know he's there." I appreciated the compliment, but wasn't ready to make that life change of trading partying and debauchery for health and protein shakes. That happened the next day, but I digress.
2- The day following the hangover, I decided to write something. Anything. I came across the Literary Maneuver, "Blind Date with the Devil". I realized that I couldn't submit it, because I couldn't limit that subject to 500 words. But it was an awesome concept.
So I sat and thought of an awesome idea in my brain. I won't go into that, because I don't want to spoil it for anyone interested in reading. I sat at the computer and wrote my protagonist. I instantly fell in love with my two main characters, and couldn't stop writing. I already had them in my head, so I got to know them as the story continued. I didn't try to force it in any direction. I let them do their thing and let them tell the story to me. It was incredible, it was like my brain was telling me a story as it unfolded!
The further it progressed, the longer it took for me to know how they would react to situations. But at the end of every break I took, I was excited to take it one more step. I actually fell in love with those characters, and had to stop writing for an evening because it was starting to get emotional. Never before have I felt guilty or responsible for the sorrow of a fictional character that I created. They developed so much depth that I actually thought of them as friends. I was almost crying as I wrote the end of the rough draft.
As soon as the rough draft was finished, which is always the hardest part for me, it was time for revisions. This was cool, because I felt kind of like an architect or interior designer. It was like I was walking through my story moving this over here and adding that over there. Oh, I need to make sure people know about the environment. They need to know what it smells like, what it looks like, and what it feels like. So the story was fleshed out, but it still needed some polishing.
Would he say that line like that? Isn't he supposed to be dealing with this? He needs to show more emotion. She wouldn't say that at all. That needs to be mentioned here. It like playing with legos. Sure, it would work with the red piece, but the white piece BELONGS there. Maybe I should change this. Nope, that was a bad idea. Let's try something else.
I went through my story a number of times. Somewhere between five and ten would be my best inaccurate guess. Each pass required less and less changes. It went from whole sentences being rewritten to phrases being rewritten to words being replaced. Eventually, all I was noticing that had to be fixed were simple little typos and mistakes. Every time I got to the end of the story, I got a little bit emotional, and I'm really happy that my roommates weren't around during that time. I am really happy with how the story ended, and it yanks at me a little bit every time I read it through.
So now I am simply trying to figure out a perfect title, which is where the writer's block hit me hard. I've got a few ideas, but I'm trying to take some time to have a chance to come up with any other ideas before I commit to one.
Like I said, this was a simply amazing experience! I already have an idea for my next story, after a day or two of mental recovery, of course. I hope you guys all get around to reading it. It will be posted by the end of the day.
Aloha and Mahalo for reading!