Where do the streams of our work lead us? Where do they come from, and where are they going?
These are truly random questions, drawn from the myriad of random thoughts that are flowing through my mind today. They are questions without answers, as all the best questions are.
I do not know where my work comes from, or where it is taking me. That is part of the joy of the journey: not knowing. Always following the stream of consciousness that leads to the next story, to the next character, to the next world that has yet to be born.
I love following that stream. I have been doing it all my life, during all the years when I wrote only for myself and my Muse. Now that I write novels for others to read, I do it still. There is music in the stream that leads me onward. I can’t see where the stream will end, if it ever will. I follow it through dark forests, through deserts where the stream dries to a trickle. I follow the stream of my thoughts, the stream that runs through my life, knowing that I will find the next character along its banks. Another world to enter, another life, another story to tell.
People often comment, “what do you mean you don’t know where your story will go?” But one of the things I love most about writing is discovering where my characters take me.
Great post!
Even your blogs have this flow of writing that few can match. I’m reading TBQ and had to slow down to enjoy it.
I agree, cRubin…I love following the stream to see where it takes me. 🙂 And thank you Christy! Your sweet words about my work made my day, and my holidays 🙂