Chick Fight
There are, currently, three women duking it out in my head. One is an assassin, and she's the lady freaking me out. She will enter the battle, barely fussing a strand of her hair, and the bodies will fly out to surround her in a death circle. She has been very patient, knowing that she came second and would have to wait her turn, either way.
The second contender isn't afraid of her. She's been there and done that, and is fully capable of winning the entire fight. Squished up in a chick sandwich? No problem. The third is scared out of her mind, she's just a nice girl who's met the man of her dreams.
Thing is, she's the one hogging all of my attention.
To be fair, hers is the perfect story for me to end my nearly decade-long writer's block. Even the scenery pulls at me, like the smell of popcorn on the opposite side of the house. This is one of the ways that I know I'm doing the right thing, that everything is falling into place as it should. Life had swept me away and now I return to what's always come so naturally. Of course, these days, it feels like banging my forehead onto the keyboard repeatedly would have better results. I have found myself in the stage of wanting to delete everything that I type.
By nature, I am extremely shy. My brain goes blank when faced with a stranger. Heck, my brain can exit the building even when with friends. I suppose I can be honest about that. With the other characters, they've been residing in my head for enough years that we know each other inside and out. At the same time, chickie mama number 2 has the power to completely overwhelm me. She's the eldest and has the most background and stories. She's the series MC. Where do I even start with her?!? Fortunately, she's also the one who has the most down and ready for editing/piecing together the puzzle pieces. That woman really doesn't let go. She's with me while I write out the new outlines, run errands, play video games and so on. She's the most patient of the three, but also perched on my shoulder wherever I go.
The current WIP (work-in-progress) is the one least known. Lady #3 is only a year old, and finally coming into her own. The thing's that I couldn't quite narrow down (filler crap) have finally opened up within my mind and everything is beginning to manifest. However, she is new. She still has the scent of a stranger, even though her features are so familiar. I sit down to get her out of my system only to feel as though time is being wasted as I stare at the blank screen. Some times I manage to type a sentence and then I just delete it and sigh.
This exact thing happened last night. I've had the scenes and dialogue in my head for a week, really coming to the forefront and giving me goose bumps. Usually, I just sit and let myself go to town, but that blank screen, man! I really hate it. It mocks me and has the most annoying laugh that I have ever heard in my life. It's a bastard screen.
Perturbed, I turned off my computer entirely and moved on to Netflix in bed with my Min Pin. Maybe the hold-up was that I was plowing ahead of the game. I hadn't even started a new outline. I sat through 2 movies, crouched over my notebook the entire time. The outline poured out of me as if someone, somewhere was happy I finally had a momentary light bulb going off on top of my head. The entire first half of that story has been outlined and nearly written (first draft, that is). Talk about a purge!
You know, if these chicks didn't hold it so close to the vest I may actually continue to get some work done. Oh, and if I would cease to hold myself back... Yeah, that might help, as well. Until completion or the other two women decide it's worth a squabble again, lady #3 is having her time in the spotlight.
The second contender isn't afraid of her. She's been there and done that, and is fully capable of winning the entire fight. Squished up in a chick sandwich? No problem. The third is scared out of her mind, she's just a nice girl who's met the man of her dreams.
Thing is, she's the one hogging all of my attention.
To be fair, hers is the perfect story for me to end my nearly decade-long writer's block. Even the scenery pulls at me, like the smell of popcorn on the opposite side of the house. This is one of the ways that I know I'm doing the right thing, that everything is falling into place as it should. Life had swept me away and now I return to what's always come so naturally. Of course, these days, it feels like banging my forehead onto the keyboard repeatedly would have better results. I have found myself in the stage of wanting to delete everything that I type.
By nature, I am extremely shy. My brain goes blank when faced with a stranger. Heck, my brain can exit the building even when with friends. I suppose I can be honest about that. With the other characters, they've been residing in my head for enough years that we know each other inside and out. At the same time, chickie mama number 2 has the power to completely overwhelm me. She's the eldest and has the most background and stories. She's the series MC. Where do I even start with her?!? Fortunately, she's also the one who has the most down and ready for editing/piecing together the puzzle pieces. That woman really doesn't let go. She's with me while I write out the new outlines, run errands, play video games and so on. She's the most patient of the three, but also perched on my shoulder wherever I go.
The current WIP (work-in-progress) is the one least known. Lady #3 is only a year old, and finally coming into her own. The thing's that I couldn't quite narrow down (filler crap) have finally opened up within my mind and everything is beginning to manifest. However, she is new. She still has the scent of a stranger, even though her features are so familiar. I sit down to get her out of my system only to feel as though time is being wasted as I stare at the blank screen. Some times I manage to type a sentence and then I just delete it and sigh.
This exact thing happened last night. I've had the scenes and dialogue in my head for a week, really coming to the forefront and giving me goose bumps. Usually, I just sit and let myself go to town, but that blank screen, man! I really hate it. It mocks me and has the most annoying laugh that I have ever heard in my life. It's a bastard screen.
Perturbed, I turned off my computer entirely and moved on to Netflix in bed with my Min Pin. Maybe the hold-up was that I was plowing ahead of the game. I hadn't even started a new outline. I sat through 2 movies, crouched over my notebook the entire time. The outline poured out of me as if someone, somewhere was happy I finally had a momentary light bulb going off on top of my head. The entire first half of that story has been outlined and nearly written (first draft, that is). Talk about a purge!
You know, if these chicks didn't hold it so close to the vest I may actually continue to get some work done. Oh, and if I would cease to hold myself back... Yeah, that might help, as well. Until completion or the other two women decide it's worth a squabble again, lady #3 is having her time in the spotlight.