Every writer has a process. Sometimes, I get an idea for a plot. Sometimes, a character walks into my office, pulls up a stool and starts talking. Sometimes, I get flashes of scenes and eventually, the plot and characters evolve. Yeah. Weird. I totally understand this, and it’s also why I complain that my Muse, Iffy, runs with scissors. Thing is, at some point, a writer–even me–has to figure out what I want out of a book, how the story ends. And then I have to do the whole BICHOK thing to type out the words to form sentences, turning them into paragraphs and chapters. Just like the Universe says…
It’s kind of strange, Silver, but first you have to know what you want, defined in terms of the end result.
And then you have to physically move toward it, without defining the hows.
At which point, the thing you want actually starts coming to you, on its own terms, from a direction completely unexpected.
Not unlike a cat,
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Just carry on, Silver, detached from the details and timing, and perhaps act like you just couldn’t care less.
And like cats, Muses–especially Iffy–and words can be damned arrogant, aloof, and ignore/irritate the snot out of you. I think I’ll find some tuna. See if the hows will figure out a direction and I can finish my projects on their own terms. I’d sure like a dog–all slobbery and ready to please–every once in awhile. 😉
How about you writers? Is your process a cat, a dog, or a unicorn? And readers, do you ever wonder about a writer’s process?