If I haven’t said enough — haven’t quite made it clear — I love to work on multiple projects at once. It keeps everything fresh and exciting. Well, lately — actually, for the past two years, I have been re-writing the novel Fountains, while working on another novel, Disappear, conjuring up short stories, in between time.
But Fountains, like Just Beneath the Surface, was was written almost ten years ago. It’s a prequel to Where were you, with many integral, intricate characters.
The book needs a lot of work, and I keep feeling like, I’m having to force it. I’m not really used to that, because I hop around, keeping the passion alive. (Let me say, this isn’t writer’s block; I am very connected to the story and characters. When I work on it, and I focus, I’m right there, and it flows — but it’s forced, because I feel confined.)
But not, now. I was inspired. I was so inspired.
He (Mr Ramsey) said to me (paraphrasing, but almost verbatim): “I remember ten years ago. You’d come to my job, wearing that striped v-neck sweater, that skirt, and I think flipflops. ‘Member that? The way you’d look at me — that look, so sweet and genuine — never had that, before. We’d stay up late, talking, holding hands, until 3am. We’d sit on the bed of my truck, listening to music, looking up at the stars .. and through ups and downs, I still see us that way.”
And just like that, there’s a shift, and I’m inspired — not to go and write some romantic scene. I’m inspired to appreciate what I’ve got and re-written, so far. I’m inspired to admire from afar and look at it the same way I did when I was so proud of it, years ago. I’m inspired to not force it, but to trust, that it will get there, through “ups and downs”.
No more rushing. No more forcing. Thanks, Mr Ramsey, for the inspiration ;-)
Yes, I am publicly flirting with you.