I started a new story this week. A long one. Well, technically it’s a short story, but considering that the majority of tales I write here are under 500 words, it’s gargantuan in comparison.
And I’m so excited about it!
It’s one that came from a daft little scribble in a notebook; a single line that I felt had potential to be something interesting. And now it’s all planned out and a third of the way written and I feel like it’s my wee baby – something to love and nurture and make wonderful.
I haven’t felt like this since I finished my (supposed) final draft of my novel. Now, don’t get me wrong, I do get all pepped up to write flash fiction to post here. But that’s the thing, it’s flash fiction. The excitement for the stories I post here is over almost as soon as its started because they’re such tiny little things. This new project is one I feel like I can really get my teeth into over the course of a couple of weeks; it’s one that’s lingering in my head while I’m emptying the dishwasher or walking the dog or cooking dinner.
What I’m trying to say is, it’s made me truly excited about writing again. I’ve felt a bit flat about it all recently. A bit lost because I haven’t had a big, overarching project to give me focus. This may not be a novel, but it’s the biggest thing I’ve written in a while that isn’t my novel, and to think I’m just as passionate about it as my massive bloody novel makes me feel so… relieved, I suppose.
For a little while I felt like I didn’t have enough imagination for anything beyond daft, mildly-humorous, flash fiction pieces. I wondered if I’d ever have another idea that was big enough for anything beyond a few hundred words. Now I do. I have characters that have more going on than a single scene. I have backstory to share. I have a character arc. I have substance.
And the best thing about it all? It’s started to bring me out of the miserable slump I was in over the past couple of weeks, which you’ll be aware of if you read Whinge 1 and Whinge 2. I’ve been so much more productive, in all aspects of my life, this week than I had during the previous two, three, or four combined.
Basically, I feel like I have my mojo back, well and truly. Now that I’ve got the writing thing back, all that’s left to do is stop being a social hermit, get back to Twittering, get back to actually talking to people, and start behaving like a normal human. Easy… right?!Follow Ellie Scott on WordPress.com