I’m editing my first draft – a messy, hodgepodge of scenes that really look nothing like my original outline. I’m OK with that because honestly I think the story is better, but something happened last night as I was editing, (which is really just code for rewriting everything. Shhhhh. Don’t tell my husband.) Something changed. A major twist. I knew when it was happening that it had the potential to change the entire course of the book. My gosh, it’s a good twist though, one I didn’t see coming at all. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by what my fat, little muse brings me. It reminds me of a song that’s in one of my play lists on Spotify – This Gift – from the movie The Odd Life of Timothy Green, which I’ve never seen by the way but I do love that song.
Your heart’s in wide receiving
Been too long buried in the sand
Some things require believing
This gift will fall right in your hand
Just try to understand…
The thing that happened last night, the change I didn’t see coming, fell right into my hands and of course lead me in a new direction. An exciting direction. I can’t wait to see where it goes.
So now I’m here – my brain coursing so fast that I can’t keep up with all the ideas bubbling up, trying to take dictation from the muse, going with the flow, trying to figure out how to tell my poor husband, who thinks I’m never going to finish this book that it’s probably going to be a few more weeks. Just a few more. Then finally he can tell his friends and his family that his wife is an author. Finally.
Of course I can’t wait until I can just hand it over to a proofreader and slap the cover on it and publish that sucker. Seriously. Can. Not. Wait. But unfortunately, (or fortunately) that’s not the way this gift works. I suppose I have to just deal with the changes, especially if they serve the story, making it better. At least I hope they do.
You can check out the song on you tube in case your muse needs a push today: http://youtu.be/1c0KU_lMsrQ