Annoying Things My Book Does to Me

Snippets of an Author’s Life: Post 8

VintageTypewriter-dreamstime_xs_31850414I try to sleep, and a scene comes into my head, which is not that unusual for a writer, except this scene comes ready-made in words, and that is unusual for me if it’s not dialogue.

What a nuisance. (Later to become a blessing, of course.)

It’s past midnight and I have to be up early. Like a ball of string, the sentences continue to unravel. Words—perfect words—a scene presenting itself in the correct medium, without the need to transcribe from images and feelings.

Of course I have to get up and start writing. I’d long since learned that such phenomena vapourize by morning. Sometimes there’s only one chance to get things right.

I’ll speed type a few key points and go back to bed.

No, it’s not going to stop there. The whole scene (a difficult one for which I have hundreds of revisions and multiple versions attempted over the past two years) decides to achieve tangibility this very night.

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.”–Saul Bellow

Three hours later, I’m still trying to shut my mind off as I hit the pillow. Afterimages of the scene replay in my head. But the words, if they’re not someone’s dialogue, are gone. No matter; their fleeting nature has been captured and backed up twice.

Another scene written. Another moment of peace.

Coffee and toothpicks are ready for the day ahead.

you’ve learned the hard way that you’ll lose your ideas if you don’t write them down. @KMWeiland

About Eva Blaskovic

I am a multi-genre author of literary fiction, fantasy, and paranormal, and writer of non-fiction articles on parenting, writing, education, health, and travel. My background encompasses both the sciences and the arts. I teach at a specialized clinic for learning disorders and mentor young authors. In addition to writing and teaching, my passions are weather, Indian food, gardening, and music. I have played eight musical instruments and spent many years immersed in taekwondo and karate. In my youth, I was an avid canoeist. I was born in Prague, Czech Republic, grew up in the Great Lakes region of Ontario, Canada, and moved to Alberta in 1988, where I raised four children.
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