COLONY: BUILDING THE BRIDGE

Pacing is oh such fun.

Not.

I’m not talking about pacing a story – I’m talking about pacing my mind which at the moment is like a runaway train going through the mountain that is Adrift, the first Sequence in the Colony Series under construction.

I can count on one hand the number of times this has happened but it’s painful when it does.

It takes restless mind to a whole new level.

Under the Covers.  The issue has its roots in excitement. 

Specifically, of what’s to come.

The Idea.  A story has a beginning, an idea that may start as a small vibration of energy at the edge of consciousness, which grows if it is deemed by the deeper layers of consciousness that perceive the vibration to be more than a ripple in the creative field.

If I’m lucky I’ll get a glimpse of characters as this allows me to get a visual which provides details I hadn’t consciously thought of yet, details that can be used for backstory or various plot elements.  

Mental Movie.  Colony is a little different in that I spent a lot of energy mentally incubating it rather than starting a draft and allowing it to surface through the creative energy that uses my fingers on the keyboard to get through.

In this regard it’s similar to how Metatron’s Army came to be though I did write a draft of that one right off so this truly is different.

Construction.  Deciding I was ready to start I went through the routine steps of setting up the various documents, organizing them, setting up a backup routine, creating the artwork to go with it, etc.

Lots of work happens before Chapter One is ever laid out.

Floodgate.  Once I started typing, it was as if a floodgate was open.  

And therein lay the problem.

All these ideas came tumbling forward and while I appreciate that I have them they are somewhat disruptive to the writing effort.

Okay, they are very disruptive.

Mental Movie Take 2:  I thought if I gave time and energy to the scenes vying for my attention it might bring a bit of calm to a mind filled with excitement over the possible ways I could develop various plot lines. 

It didn’t.

Like a bratty kid who now has a way to get an adult’s attention, the creative energy behind this particular storyline is being relentless in introducing new possibilities.

And to think about a month ago I worried my creative source was drying up, no doubt the result of mental fatigue.

Adapt and Go.  I’m hoping I get to a point where the excitement of future scenes settles, perhaps due to an inner confidence that it will all come together.  

I’m confident it will all come together. Someone needs to tell the creative source!

Calming the mind to focus on the actual writing will be awfully difficult otherwise.

In the meantime?  I’m splitting my time between mental movies and putting fingers to the keyboard.

And Adrift is taking shape.