The problem with writing fiction
It starts with the scenes playing out in my head in random images - a touch, a kiss, a push, a shove, words spoken in so many tones. And I'll run with one or two, whichever strikes my fancy, into an entire scene. Dialog, movement, touch-ing, kiss-ing, shov-ing and words shouted or whispered. More is added with each moment or event and the plot is set and the outcome has been decided. I'm in it, off into this world I'm creating and I know every word murmured and every promise broken.
But the problem lies in the transferring the scene from up inside the twists of worlds in side my mind to on the screen or a notebook. I start to analyze the players - why would she do this? what drives him to do that? - and before I know it I'm over-analyzing and the movements become forced and I have to have 15 scraps of paper just to keep everyone in a straight line. I think too far ahead and with already knowing what comes after this scene and how will doing that will prevent this...I want it all down now.
Just vomit the words on to the paper. Ble..h.
Ah, if only life were so easy.
But the problem lies in the transferring the scene from up inside the twists of worlds in side my mind to on the screen or a notebook. I start to analyze the players - why would she do this? what drives him to do that? - and before I know it I'm over-analyzing and the movements become forced and I have to have 15 scraps of paper just to keep everyone in a straight line. I think too far ahead and with already knowing what comes after this scene and how will doing that will prevent this...I want it all down now.
Just vomit the words on to the paper. Ble..h.
Ah, if only life were so easy.