To write, or not to write, that is the question.
Ha – just kidding. We writers can’t not write! I bet you’ve been writing something since you were a kid: maybe a diary with one of those tiny keys where you poured out your hopes and dreams and gripes about that annoying kid in class. I wonder if “Composition” class was one of your favourite subjects? Was it easy for you to write reams of stuff about your pet; what you wanted to be when you grew up; your favourite TV show, your siblings?
wonderful characters
I bet you loved to read. A lot. And do you remember when you stopped and thought, “I’d like to write like that one day. A great story that will mean something to someone else the way this does to me. A story with wonderful characters like that.” And the more you read, the more your own imagination was fired up,and fed.
Did you start writing little stories, maybe with drawings, that you made up just for fun? Did you make funny stories about family members or friends? And as you got older, and your knowledge of the world broadened, did you ever watch people on a plane or a train or a city bus and make up scenarios about them:
“That person is a famous opera singer who has had a crash and needs to recuperate somewhere quiet; that one’s an international spy – don’t stare! – that one is flying off to rejoin the love of his life; that one is a botanist who has discovered a plant that will cure cancer and is heading off to present her findings to the scientific community…”
bits and pieces
I wonder if you have bits and pieces of half-written character outlines and scraps of overheard conversations you scribbled on the back of crumpled receipts or a discarded envelope…
And then always, always you have carried around with you the half-formed phantoms of a world populated with characters you know so well. An enemy who gets their comeuppance for being a rat to you in real life. A long-gone-possible love interest you wish you had missed your ride home for to get to know better.
As we start into Dreamy June, with all her burgeoning, lush new beginnings, maybe this is the time your inner writer finally manifests something new, -that story waiting to be born- as well.
