Oh, what a wonderful feeling!

[rosiespark]

I wrote a snippet of fic this evening, scribbled on a paper carrier bag because that was the only paper I had upstairs and if I don't write things down the instant they come to me, they tend to be gone for ever.

I don't know if it'll ever become anything, still less whether I'll ever post it anywhere, but for the record, it's Freddie and Bel from The Hour. And I'd forgotten what a high I get from writing dialogue when it flows almost effortlessly, when it feels like the characters are writing the lines and I'm just transcribing.

And now I want to stay up all night to see whether I can write more of it, and I can't. I have to be up at a reasonable time tomorrow morning to go and make mince pies with my mum. Why does inspiration strike at impossible moments?  I suspect it's part of the perversity of life.

PS Hello, flist! Am I back? I really wouldn't have a clue.

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Comments

[semyaza.livejournal.com]

My mother and I were talking about you just yesterday. She was asking how you were. :)

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

You're writing again! Yay - me too!

[msilverstar]

Welcome back! I am planning to watch The Hour and now I have more incentive ;-)

[llywela13.livejournal.com]

Hooray for the stirrings of fic! It's a good feeling, isn't it? Even if it doesn't come to anything, it's still worth capturing those voices in your head, just for the satisfaction, whether the story is ever completed or not. And inspiration does tend to come just when you least expect it - and often for unexpected things. Just enjoy the muse while it lasts is my usual mottot!

Why does inspiration strike at impossible moments? I suspect it's part of the perversity of life.
Oh, totally!

Nice to see you posting :)