It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.
- William Faulkner
For me, stories come to life. It's never just one, but a handful of dark and twisted, sweet and comical, strange and ironic tales that only have taglines, but no exposition. . . not yet anyway.
Characters take shape. Not the characters sitting there on the train, but completely new ones edged into existence by the images in front of me. Shy personalities with secret motives and young faces with old souls, unseen destinies and forgotten pasts.
A girl, her family, and the countryside. Two dwarves and a grandfather clock. Murder and a caretaker, kidnapping and a secret passageway.
It all begins to make sense. . . starting with page one.
2 comments:
For me, the only thing I usually do when I'm on a train is praying for not have another anxiety attack. I write, read, and listen music, not all at the time, of course. Good site.
i used to work construction in the summer in manhatten, and i would sweat for 8hours a day and take the train home, i was on my feet all day so i had to sit for the ride home, even if it meant that dreaded seat in the middle of two people, in suits, who u know have not sweated in some time, and i would think these poor people, have to smell my stanking self for a hole hour, but really i could care less bc i had me seat and my legs had their rest,
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