So…blah blah blah…this week has a set schedule…yadda yadda yadda…it’s Wednesday. A friend to the Renaissance suggested that we do Workshop Wednesdays, where I give you guys a little bit of insight into my writing process. I’m not completely sold on this idea, but Harmony has a decent track record of giving me ideas that pay off. (Anything above zero is decent to me…lol)
But I know what you’re thinking. “Why do I care about the writing process of some asshole who’s not even published, yet?” That’s a good question. But I don’t like it. You’re banned. Leave.
But for those of you who are interested, pull up a chair, help yourself to some room temperature coffee, and try to disregard the buzzing of the overhead lights.
My process may be a bit unorthodox to some people. None of my stories have started out with any planning or a roadmap to success. I’ve attempted to do things like outlines before, but I get so anxious to start writing that I abandon the skeleton and just start creating the flesh.
Most of my stories actually started as just a single piece of epic dialogue. For instance, I have this one “hero” tale that has been in gestation for years now, and it started off as this…
“Sorry for what?” Allison stared off into the distance, trying to avoid looking at the tears rolling down Joshua’s face.
“I missed. The second bullet went past me.” He bit his lip, trying to fight back the thought of what could’ve been. “I ran. I swear I ran as fast as I could to catch it. By the time I caught up, it was already touching your skin.”
Allison looked down at her arm, finally noticing the large violet bruise that painted her wrist and hand.
“I caught the bullet, but I shouldn’t have missed it in the first place.” Joshua unfolded his hands, showing Allison the clump of metallic fragments that used to be a nine-millimeter round. “I’m so sorry about your arm.
Shaking, Allison looked up at Joshua. “How? How fast are you?”
That little tidbit of a scene gave birth to one of the most epic stories I’ve ever created (and didn’t share). It’s still a work in progress, however, so you might get to read it one day.
That’s pretty much step one of my process. My mind just finds these crazy scenes floating around in the recesses of my psyche, and the finger demons cast their black magic on me to force the ideas out. And now you know how it all starts—finger demons. If it wasn’t for carpal jumbies, I wouldn’t be here today, regaling you with this workshop.
Join us next Wednesday to hear more about my process as a “writer.” Next week I’ll give you an in-depth look at how I set a scene. I’ve never enjoyed how some writers purposely leave out details forcing the reader to fill in the blanks. I prefer the reader to see everything the same way I see it in my mind palace. If my character enters a lonely wooded area, you’ll know that–
“–Jeremiah stepped through the thick blue fog, waving his hands in a wasted attempt to clear it. The sound of dried twigs snapping, clapped from beneath his sneakers. The smell of oak was subtle on the chilled breeze, but he could taste the bark on the air. The tall trees scraped against the sky, attempting to block all light from entering the clearing. He could hear his heartbeat echo in the distance.”
“I’ll never tell Harmony that I enjoyed writing this. Whoops.” — Jae Davis