Holding Pattern

I feel something. It's on the tips of my fingers, hovering over the keys. I'm just waiting (impatiently) for the moment when they'll start tapping; telling me the story that's itching in me, so close to me that I can't see it until the words are on the screen.

This is my process. It's not scientific. It's not practical (especially when there are deadlines to be met...) and it's not easy. It's messy, it's undisciplined and it's annoying as hell when you're sitting in this holding pattern - feeling the vibrations of something starting to rumble their way through you while you sit and wait for the words to just explode.

I wish I could be one of those writers who sit at a computer and pound out word for word the story that is already clearly written in their minds eye. My stories are never written before I sit at the computer, or at a café table, or on a couch with a mug of cocoa and a notebook. I write them as though I'm reading them for the first time myself. The only trouble is, just as I have no time to sit and finish a good book these days; my opportunities to sit for an hour or two, undisturbed, and write are nonexistent.

As a result, all of my writings lately are fragmented and incredibly frustrating.

And on that note, I'd better get back to sitting and waiting for my fingers to attack the blank page (before my son wakes up from his nap and I lose everything all together.)