The past few days have got me thinking that
I am suffering from a deficiency of love.
No snuggle buddy, no new story ideas,
nada. It's not that I don't have love to
give--jeez, sometimes it's burbling right out
of my soul and I think, if only I had--but
it's that I don't have anyone to give it to.
At least, that's what I'd thought. The
problem is, we often can't help who we love, and usually they're nowhere to be found when we're looking really hard, and then they pop up in a burst of angel song and soon as we decide not to try anymore.
I'm speaking literally and fictionally here. Last month, I typed out the concluding pages to a series I started when I was about fourteen or fifteen; the first books I ever actually finished. When I saved and clicked out of the word doc, I felt a weird mixture of closure and sadness like an iron fence had just been built between me and some of my best friends. It was over. No more adventures. This was a story I'd gotten depressed over, fretted over, cried over, and laughed over. I loved it more than even some people I was friends with. When I was struggling with writing a different story, these characters were always there to pick up the slack and remind me that I hadn't given them a happy ending yet. Actually, for a good four months I actually left them at the hugest cliff hanger I've ever written.
So, the end, right? Time for a new story. But with who? Story ideas always tackle me out of the blue; in funny random thoughts that jab into my brain and won't let go. I can't summon them; couldn't force them if I tried. Which I have been ever since I closed off my series which I'm now trying to publish. I've devised new characters who're fun and quirky and brave and awesome--but there's no plot. I have no idea what they're supposed to do, and forcing it makes me grumpy.
And so, as per my same tactic with rousting out a significant other, I'm going to relax. I'm going to remain calm and be myself and maybe keep only half an eye open for possible stories. One will come. It always does.
Also, it's Valentine's Day tomorrow. I plan to dress impeccably hot and glamorous, but that's just for me. ;)
Here's a wonder: what do you guys do when you want to begin writing a new story? How do you tempt new plots and characters out of hiding?
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
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