The journey of words...
I had a dream, that was more like a nightmare... My firstborn script has been calling to me the past few days, asking for my attention. I have been distracted with recent shifts in my day to day existence. Trying to figure out my next steps.
Knowing that my passion is writing, I would happily spend my time engaged with Muse, listening to her marvelous ideas, transforming these ideas into words that when on paper, create stories. Muse is pleased that I have paid her some attention and I am feeling fulfilled to have followed my heart.
But I am obligated to search for what is deemed 'legitimate' work. In part because I appreciate having a roof over my head and food in my belly; and in part because up to now, my writing has yet to afford me the luxury of calling it 'how I earn my living'.
Which brings me back to my firstborn script. Wake Me In The Morning Light has potential to alter the course of my life history. (All the stories I have written are potentially life changing for me.) And when I woke from the bad dream, the feeling that I must return to nurture my firstborn script was intense.
No matter where you start your story, you can always take it even further back and make the writing even stronger. I have had a new beginning running around in my head for awhile. Occasionally I will jot down some idea and file it for looking at later. The thing I've noticed when I go back to these jotted notes is they are all pointing in the same general direction. I must take my leading lady and taint her past, showing she had a weakness that was overcome. The antagonist starts out evil and will always be evil.
Last night, I 'played out' these notes, the new beginning, in my dream and it was disturbing. I abhor violence and yet this story has ugly violent moments. Evil taking advantage of the weak is an unspeakable act that happens all the time.
In my nightmare, I experienced the violence and the evil taking advantage of the weak. I must add this to the opening act. It is aligned with the notes I have been collecting for the new opening. The dream presented me with a possibility that is much stronger than what I could have conceived. The challenge for me will be to distance myself enough to convey the graphic message in the scenes while keeping me feeling safe. (thinking about it while writing it has given my adrenaline a boost...)
Coffee nearby, I'm ready to rise to the challenge...
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