After reading what I had written, I experienced awe and a profound sense of overwhelm. Not only did the writing seem far beyond anything I was capable of even imaging, but I had NO recollection of where the story was going, and for a moment I experienced a deep melancholy, feeling it was beyond my ability to retrieve, let alone complete.
I had completely abandon this infant story that was honoring me by allowing me to help it into being…
Everyday I would sit down and write a few paragraphs and I have no idea why I stopped writing after three days. What could have distracted me so completely as to abandon this
story? This amazing story…I am hungry for it. I have tried to contact the Genius of the story because it did not come from me or my experiences and I ask out loud for the Genius to return and allow me to participate in bringing this story to light here on planet Earth."
And gradually one line came, and I typed it in. Then an idea came into my mind, and I put it down. From that came a little more. And after about an hour I realized that I had another 300 words. They weren't of the same quality, as the earlier work was, but if I can prove that I am committed maybe this Muse will begin to trust me to write this story and it will begin to inspire the effortless poetry which was the first 1000 words. I hope I am up to finishing it. I would like to give it to my Husband, Michael to print for Pegana Press. It has the feel to it of some of the older style fantasy writing he favors.
Regardless, I am having so much fun--even if I never finish it, I am loving the experience. I feel like I have committed to finishing it, so I don't really think letting it go is an option, unless the Genius gets disgusted and abandons me for a real honest to goodness writer.
Yep, you guessed it. There's nothing there. The story doesn't end. I think it means I never DO want the story to end, I want it to keep going. In fact I'm sure of it.