Stories! Please form an orderly queue and no shoving at the back!
One interesting phenomenon of the writing process is when I am really getting stuck into one idea, when it’s outlined and planned and the writing is just beginning to seem attractive rather than terrifying or muddy, suddenly ten other ideas will suddenly show up and start jumping around like they’re on pogo sticks, waving their arms and trying to get my attention.
“Oooh, pick me! Pick me!” they cry. “I am SO much more interesting than that thing you’re writing. I’m funnier, brighter, more original, easier to write! I have a better plot! You won’t have to deal with that little invisibility problem you’re currently worrying about. G’wan. Stop writing that and come over here!”
It’s quite appealing, actually, the thought of rushing over and going to play with the new kids. From here, they all look so lively and interesting. They’ve got muddy knees and freckles. One’s got a scooter. Another’s being followed around by a ghost with a large hat. That one there, it’s got the most enormous, intricate key you can imagine, all curlicues and teeth. Imagine what THAT might open!
But then I look back, and my story is looking a little sad. A little neglected and forlorn. And I remember when it was new and exciting and how I ran over to play with it. And it’s not nice to drop your old friends any time someone new comes along. New isn’t better. It’s just new. So I go back to work, I mean play. And my story and I create something wonderful together.
So all you other stories over there? Wait your turn. I’ll get to you eventually.
But don’t go away, kay? I don’t want to lose track of you.
