Sometimes you just need to push back from the desk, go for a walk, and find some horizon to study.
I’m on a writing retreat right now. Not there in that photograph from Key Largo. I’m not sure I could write in a place like that. There’s not much that soothes me more than staring at the ocean, listening to the waves arrive at the shore. It is one of the very best things for my soul. But it’s not conducive to keeping my head down and banging out words on the keyboard.
Ed’s out of town. I’m taking the time to put nothing else on my schedule and only focus on this novel that’s been in my head since April 2010. These characters, this story – it’s been alternately whispering and yelling in my head since then. It has taken up residence. I’ve talked out plot ideas with Ed and Kristina. I’ve written pages and pages of ideas/questions/conversations in my journals.
Collecting all these bits and pieces together over the last couple of days, typing them out so they are in a searchable, portable format – I’ve gone through a lot of Moleskines in the last four years – I’ve discovered something. I have a lot more material than I realised.
And it’s good. By that I mean, I love it.
Whether anyone else ever thinks it’s good, or even gets to read it – those are questions for another time, another stage. Right now, this story is compelling me to continue.
In a recent interview, Pharrell Williams was asked about being afraid of failure. He had this to say.
When you love something, what are you scared of?
Enough of a break. Fear has paralyzed me long enough. Time to bring this story to life.