Something bloody exciting happened this week. A character started talking in my head. It’s been the longest time since this has happened for a solo project. Even more exciting – I know how these Soul-Map poems may be wound in. A fortnight ago Nicole Cody told me to listen for a voice, that something would rise up from the small words of my poetry. As always, it’s never what you think it is!
This fortnight gone, I’ve been working on postcard tarot readings and maybe it was the act of being daily engaged in writing, or it was the return of nightly walks, or a bit of both, that a story had started to flow.
And chatting writing this weekend, as I caught up with a handful of friends who were in Brissy for GenreCon, the story took the leaps of creative faith it does when ideas are shared and I now have a flimsy gossamer structure of a story. It’s more than I’ve had for two years regarding this idea.
There is such a thrill standing in the cusp of a story. Now, like almost everyone I know, it’s the task of making time to write!! The act of writing (for me) is always the easy bit.