Six years ago I had a dream that was so vivid, so detailed, so epic and fantastic it made me realize this was a story to tell. I actually don’t remember the dream itself. I never wrote it down. Instead, I kept thinking about it and what the story must be that led up to the dream itself and what the story might be that came after the dream. In other words, my dream was only a fragment of a story. It was like I had picked up a book that was completely blank except for a couple of really juicy pages somewhere in the beginning, and then lost the book.
This story pops into my head every now and then. I’ve tried to sit down and write it a couple of times but every time I did it turned out I had a false lead that turned up nothing real to go on– no plot, no character, no setting. That is, until now.
It all happened this weekend during my massage (yes, I finally rescheduled and used my 2012 Mother’s Day gift certificate). I was lying on the table getting worked over by hot stones and in that stage that is so elusive to a busy mom– the blissed out phase between sleep and wakefulness. I felt absolutely luxurious and borderline decadent. Massages always make me thing of ancient women for some reason, like ancient Egyptian queens or something. Anyhow, this whole blissed out luxuriously decadent half dreaming state was the perfect channel for The Story to come back into my mind. I’m actually pretty sure the dream featured some sort of royal bath in it because I have the two strongly linked. For the rest of the massage, the story started unfolding in my head. And I just let it unroll itself.
I think one thing that’s gotten in the way of The Story being written is flat-out self-consciousness. You see, I’m pretty certain this story is an ultra-light story. I’m quite sure this story is the type of thing that takes very little mental power and gets praised as perfect for poolside reading. It may even be the kind of story that gets tangled up with the word “sexy” but I’m not sure about that. Note to self: research that genre, ahem.
Anyways, I think there is a part of me that doesn’t want to write that type of stuff which doesn’t make sense because I love to read it. Not the sexy stuff, but only because I don’t even know where to begin with that genre (but if you know, do share).
Not to mention, I always doubt whether my material is original. I’m always impressed when I read something that comes across to me as very original.
But this time, I’ve decided that I just want to write for fun. This clearly is a story that is in my head and won’t go away. I’ve made a lot of progress on it. We’ll see if it keeps going but things keep coming to mind, things that may be coming at my characters, things my characters may be hiding. We’ll see. This is new to me.
Do you write fiction? For fun or to hopefully publish?
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