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Waiting....
I talk out loud – creating conversation.
I visualize facial expressions – squinting, mouth tightening, furrowing brows.
I observe me – my breathing, my heartbeat, my hands clenching.
Then I listen.
Where is this taking me? What should happen next? How will this all come together?
And then there is silence. I wait. But the voices are mute.
I try to force them, but it’s no use. They will not be persuaded by desperation.
I know the story. I know what needs to be told. But there are no words in the silence. I can’t write them if they are not ready. I can only wait.
And waiting is hard.
Waiting makes me question my choices. Makes me question if I truly deserve to be an author. It shakes my confidence. Induces panic.
Because they are waiting. Wondering what is next. When it will be done. They’re all waiting for me to… write. And so am I.
And then it happens. The voices come rushing at me, so overwhelming I don’t know where to begin… I want to cry. Tears of relief. Tears of joy. A rush of adrenaline. Elation courses through me.
There’s a pounding in my chest because I can see it. I can hear it. The story that’s been waiting, dormant in its formation, is ready to finally be told.
I close my eyes, and absorb it all. It becomes everything, and nothing else matters until the final word is typed. Nothing else matters…
I visualize facial expressions – squinting, mouth tightening, furrowing brows.
I observe me – my breathing, my heartbeat, my hands clenching.
Then I listen.
Where is this taking me? What should happen next? How will this all come together?
And then there is silence. I wait. But the voices are mute.
I try to force them, but it’s no use. They will not be persuaded by desperation.
I know the story. I know what needs to be told. But there are no words in the silence. I can’t write them if they are not ready. I can only wait.
And waiting is hard.
Waiting makes me question my choices. Makes me question if I truly deserve to be an author. It shakes my confidence. Induces panic.
Because they are waiting. Wondering what is next. When it will be done. They’re all waiting for me to… write. And so am I.
And then it happens. The voices come rushing at me, so overwhelming I don’t know where to begin… I want to cry. Tears of relief. Tears of joy. A rush of adrenaline. Elation courses through me.
There’s a pounding in my chest because I can see it. I can hear it. The story that’s been waiting, dormant in its formation, is ready to finally be told.
I close my eyes, and absorb it all. It becomes everything, and nothing else matters until the final word is typed. Nothing else matters…
Writer's Seminar with Rebecca Donovan
Do you have a story to tell?
Maybe you're not sure how to get started, how to organize it, or finish it? I'd like to help!
I'm running two Writer's Seminars beginning January 5th to assist writers in developing the story they've always wanted to tell. Each week we will discuss what it takes to create a story - from character development, to research, to plotting. I'll walk you through the creative process, while sharing my experiences - from concept to first draft.
I hope you'll join me. Let's write YOUR story!
http://www.rebeccadonovan.com/writers...
Maybe you're not sure how to get started, how to organize it, or finish it? I'd like to help!
I'm running two Writer's Seminars beginning January 5th to assist writers in developing the story they've always wanted to tell. Each week we will discuss what it takes to create a story - from character development, to research, to plotting. I'll walk you through the creative process, while sharing my experiences - from concept to first draft.
I hope you'll join me. Let's write YOUR story!
http://www.rebeccadonovan.com/writers...
