When I was finishing my first novel, goodness almost 4 years ago, I discovered a little secret. When I went on my daily walk, I started thinking about whatever scene I had been working on. I switched characters around, tossed in ideas, pulled out what would work and what wouldn’t and by the time I came home, I knew exactly how the next portion of my writing would go.
That was a great time, even though most of the rest of my life was crumbling. I could put down almost 1,500 words in an hour and it was a pure joy to write.
Somehow over the past years, I lost that ability. Not sure if it was stress, worry about other things, or that I had things lingering over me to work out, but my walks became more focused on what my next step needed to be. I could just walk, and think out what I felt, what I wanted to say, what I would do if X happened. I needed that, but I also missed being able to think out my next portion of writing.
Since I have gotten my new job, the stress has decreased, I’ve found my confidence again, and I’ve been writing more again. A lot more. I keep a notebook with me at all times now. I can jot down little fragments whenever they creep up on me.
And now that it is warming up again, I’m going on my walks once more. This past week I have averaged an hour for 3 of the past 5 days. While I had some issues with my hips again, now that I have started, I’m not going to stop. Walking has always helped me lose and keep my weight under control and I have always loved walking.
But Wednesday night I didn’t have a next move to plan, nothing to really sort out in my head, I was just being me again, and guess what?
The story played itself out in my head. I knew the characters, I knew the conflict, I knew the plot, although it was going to be too long for what I wanted. But it is back. That tiny little voice that lets the stories roll out of my subconsciousness.
Maybe that is why I am happy today. 😀