Last week at the lake proved, restful, uplifting and productive, both for my soul and for my writing.
While I snapped away, my phone rang, and the sunset changed rapidly, from the above photo to the one below.
We all know how loud ducks are, and while they continued to quack, they became my alarm clock the next morning. This misty scene is what welcomed me.
I couldn’t get all the ducks in the photo, but I counted at least forty-five, all in various situations. The ducks and haze reminded me of writing.
While many characters remain just out of sight, they still have a part in bringing a storyline together. Some characters are nothing more than author walk-ons, whether it’s lending author mood setting or background information. The reader never sees them, but somehow they play a part of character action. Maybe it’s why one character bites her nails and another character would never be caught dead biting hers.
When a story isn’t coming together, the author can’t see through the haze. It’s mind-boggling. It’s frustrating. When the mist finally lifts, the author writes furiously to jot down the next scene that plays out. At times the scene works, other times it doesn’t, but out of the mist comes light. And through light, we see clearly, at least clearly enough to work through a stalled scene and maybe through to the end. If not, there’s always another mist and a lifting of the haze that releases our muse.
What are your thoughts on looking through the mist? I’d love hearing from you!