November 29, 2011

puddlesofmemories.blogspot.comNot all who wander are lost, especially not writers. In fact, I’d like to think most of our ideas come to us while we’re wandering, physically, mentally, spiritually, whatever. Either way, I’m convinced that having no direction isn’t a very big problem.

I’m not a published novelist or anything, but the process of writing a book in my experience, telling a tale, is a hell of a lot more aimless than I thought. As I sat down to write last night, I felt like a lonely wanderer.  It had been so long (my novel and I were honeymooning for a day or two after I married him) that I nearly forgot where I was going with it. I did, in fact. I had a few vague ideas of what I wanted it to be about and what I wanted to happen. You know, the big things that gave me the idea to write it in the first place. But I’m still beginning, so when I sat down to continue, I was completely lost on what was going to happen next. How in the hell was I going to make the big things I wanted to happen, happen?

It’s a slow process, and details need to be fleshed out. The story needs to build, gain momentum, and skyrocket into space during those big moments. Characters need to be introduced, their faces, their quirks. How that’s going to happen I have no idea. But I’ll tell you what I do have, and that’s faith. I have faith that the more time I spend with the story I want to tell, the more it will tell itself. I’ve seen it happen in my short stories, even in my poems. Even in book reviews I’ve written. I never know quite what I want to say until I really get going, and then it just goes off like a bomb in my head and I’m writing it all down, flayed body parts and everything. I ache to detonate.

Monique Muro

Monique is an exceedingly happy human from LA. She runs the blog A Novel Quest, and writes. A lot.

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  • Beth Wantiez

    Well said. Made me feel better about my meanderings.