I’ve spent the last few weeks, intermittently, outlining a new story. I’m using an old notebook – relegating my computer to the sidelines and testing the crisp boundaries of a lined page. It’s an awesome feeling when you’ve been out of the game for a while. Ink on paper – and in good times, a collection of streaks on the smooth edge of my palm – there is something real to that.
To say I’m excited is an understatement. I’ve created something that didn’t exist (and what a perplexing protagonist he is, growing in the print in front of me) and I want to tell the world about it. So much so that I want heave the words out right here and now in this very post. But I won’t. Because it’s only October. And I’m not there, yet.
Come November. I’ll promote my Mac to the bigs. The words will flow right out of the gates of my outline and by the end of the month I’ll have something to show for myself. Digital blots and plots that resemble some form of the ideas I’m celebrating today.
More importantly, I will have revved a part of my brain that has sat idle for far too long. That’s what I’m looking forward to the most – just maybe, a month of deep word-heaving, and I’ll be back – and I hope there is something real in that, too.