The Makings of a Muse

Today I found my muse again. It was as if my story suddenly regained all of it’s life and the characters began to breathe again. I can’t really explain it better than that, but it feels like it’s been gone for a long time. For the past year my tale has been cut into disjointed parts just waiting to be connected, and with the advent of a few more chapters, all the connections will be in place.

Over the past few days as I wrote, I was feeling fairly discouraged. Not much I wrote came naturally and it had to be forced out. I know that there are times when you can’t really expect any different, but nothing felt like it really fit and I had a hard time finding my voice for the story. Yet today something wonderful happened and it even led to a pretty decent section of background development. The story as a whole is still in a very rough form, but it is a large work written over an even larger span of time, and so one must expect some coarse edges.

Nevertheless, I’d say that 4 or less chapters remain to be written out. It’s hard to imagine that the thing is so close to a preliminary finish, and finally seeds of interesting plot are beginning to sprout. I feel fairly happy with the impact that the final few chapters will hold. It seems like the proper place to take a pause and wonder at what will happen next. I’ve been disallowing myself to travel that path for a long time but for the smallest inkling of storyline after the close of this book.

Yet, now I simply ache to finish the thing. The distractions of the night are just beginning, but I might try to pull a late night of writing to make use of a fully functional muse. Here’s hoping to write those big two words in the next few days.

The End.

God that will feel so good.