Dec 10, 2010 19:39
Story-wise, it's not Gen's birthday, but a year ago today I opened a document and typed a first sentence. Intrigued, I typed a second.
A year later, I have finished three drafts of this novel. When I started typing I had no conscious idea who the narrator was, how old she was, what the story would be about, or who else would be in it. It went a completely different way than I expected it to, once I had any expectations at all. But I'm glad it did.
Though, apparently, she's sort-of been around for longer than this year. When I was going through documents in my "Bits & Pieces" file, I found one titled "Kidnapped Boy" (obviously, Gen had a different sex/gender in mind), which said:
- Taken by stranger but not harmed at all
- Boy was taken b/c step-father wanted him gone and paid man to take him away
- Sorta-like a Snow White thing... Hmmm... Must think further.
I had no memory of this file until I opened it. I was nearly through with my first draft when I re-found it, and I remember just kinda staring and laughing, because, aside from the exact who/why details of the second line (and the fact that Gen's a girl), that's the story I wrote.
The brain is a curious beast.
But, as far as I'm concerned, today is the day that Gen wandered into my life and nearly got herself arrested, so today I say thank you to her and to that weird thing called my subconscious.
writing,
accursed,
gen