Wow, I really wasn’t expecting that end to the week. I mean, really, he didn’t even buy me dinner, not that we’re done with this little assignation yet.
I suppose I should back up and give you a little context to the above. Devan jumped me on my way home. Not literally. I’m not that crazy (yet). No, I was just trying to get a bit more of a handle on who he is and instead, he insisted I write a particular thing that will be a short story in its own right, though one with him in it. And by insisted, I mean the story idea ate my brain. I stopped walking home, whipped out my steno pad and scribbled an outline, as it came to me in a long broad swath of story. I could see the whole thing. The good news is that it’s a pivotal pre-trilogy moment for him, so it will definitely give me the insight I asked him for, I just wasn’t expecting that kind of response. I’m clearly not going to get much of the out loud edit of Possession done tonight, because I’m having trouble thinking of or concentrating on anything else. One hell of a way for Devan to say “Hi, it’s my turn now,” but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. This is the one who introduced himself with a beautiful, brilliant image that gave me the nucleus of the story. I can already see that he’s going to find his own way to be unruly, if in a totally good way. 🙂
The good news is that I’m through 15 of 22 chapters for the out loud edit of Possession, so I guess I can afford to be distracted tonight, and that really is gravy on my list of things I need to get done before my trip. I’m not sure that my test readers will agree, but they’ll live. There’s almost no way I won’t get through it in time, even with this. Besides, I like being this excited about my writing. It’s fun.
I’m a little torn though, as the sun is beautiful outside and my camera beckons. But then Devon beckons. Argh. The life of an over-inspired writer. No, I’m not complaining. Maybe I’ll just go out for a little bit, shoot the stuff I saw on my way home, then come back and write, let the story simmer a little longer in my brain. Then I can come home and let my thoughts splatter across the screen. Delightful image, isn’t that? In apology, I will leave you with this one instead: