Over the weekend one of my good friends from High School, Kat, came over. We got to catching up on our lives, what we’d been up to over the last few months since we’d last seen one another, and invariably the conversation turned to our writing endeavors and how things were going with that. As with most conversations about creativity we also talked about how our stories were going, and I learned that when it comes to world building, she gets seriously involved. Whereas I fly by the seat of my pants and only know as much about the world of my current work in progress because I’ve been writing it for 13 some odd years, she created an intricate world in the span of two days, which I greatly admire and low-key envy.
As also often happens when it comes to conversations regarding creativity, we bounced some ideas off of one another, and suddenly I found a new found excitement to get to writing the sequel to my work in progress that I’d otherwise been lacking. Just thinking about this story and everything that I’d like to do, really has me eager to get to work as quickly as possible. I had written a little bit earlier in the day with questionable results, but after my conversation with my friend, I suddenly had a new found desire to write again. I’m still trying to master the art of, not caring how the writing starts (which is to say not editing myself before it’s time), but it’s definitely a struggle for me, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to turn it off so much as just try to silence it.