February 18th, 2014


The ones that write themselves

Most of my stories I plan out. I think about them. I discuss the plot endlessly with JJ. I work on them across days, weeks, months, even years. I write a paragraph here and a page there. I shape them. They do sometimes sprout up bits I didn't intend, but *I* write them, they are what I make of them, and they require a great deal of work to make happen.

Every now and then, though, a story writes itself. Blood Choice wrote itself in a storm of literary obsession over the course of barely a week. (It's a novella, at about 80k words. Eat, that NaNoWriMo.)

I haven't had that happen in a while, but last night in a fit of emotional turmoil that frankly bordered on insanity I sat down at about 3am and started writing. At about 6am there were 4500 words. I picked it up again when I got up around noon and wrote for another several hours, and ended it at about 7k words.

I'm really not sure what to make of it. It's no doubt a mess of stuff from my own subconscious. I thought of what to write barely in advance of actually writing it. Yet it seems to be a pretty good, coherent story. Blood Choice is too. (I frankly think it's one of my best things, actually, but nobody else much seems to like it.)

Anyway, I'm going to let it sit for a week or two, then give it an editing pass, and then post it. It's ponyfic, about Pinkie Pie and a changeling. It's got feels. It's pretty sad and raw at times, but it doesn't end sadly or anything. (If anybody wants to pre-read for me, I'd be happy to pass along a copy.)

I still wish I knew exactly why some of them write themselves, and some don't. If I could turn on that kind of writing at will, it would be awesome. But alas it only happens on very rare occasion.

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