Christmasy things
Dec. 26th, 2005 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rallamajoopChristmas was, as always, very enjoyable, and left me very full of turkey. Loot included the first season of House, the promise of a Gaara plushie and a plenty of chocolate. The first part of the Christmas haul came early though, as, despite all plans to get an early night for a change, my block on a story I've been picking away at for weeks suddenly broke half an hour after midnight.
It's during some of those moments of sudden, inexplicable inspiration that I sometimes can't help feeling we don't so much write stories as periodically channel them in complete form from... oh, some sort of extra-planar story-land filled with bored muses (many of whom must think it's really funny to throw what seems like a fantastic concept at unsuspecting would-be writers and then bugger off to laugh from a distance when that first burst peters out). How else does one explain the experience of having one of one's characters calmly explain just what’s actually been going on the whole time in a story that has been languishing in serious need or revision/clarification/putting out of its misery for the last two years? Presumably this would also explain why that magical post-12:30AM period is so productive, as the brain is no longer active enough to interfere with incoming story-waves. That, or story-land just exists in a different timezone.
Like a lot of the things written in the early morning, however, when you wake up in the morning, that theory makes a lot less sense.
Didn't get to bed for an hour or to sleep until after 3, pretty much crashed around 4 yesterday afternoon, still feeling blurry today, but damn was it worth it.
It's during some of those moments of sudden, inexplicable inspiration that I sometimes can't help feeling we don't so much write stories as periodically channel them in complete form from... oh, some sort of extra-planar story-land filled with bored muses (many of whom must think it's really funny to throw what seems like a fantastic concept at unsuspecting would-be writers and then bugger off to laugh from a distance when that first burst peters out). How else does one explain the experience of having one of one's characters calmly explain just what’s actually been going on the whole time in a story that has been languishing in serious need or revision/clarification/putting out of its misery for the last two years? Presumably this would also explain why that magical post-12:30AM period is so productive, as the brain is no longer active enough to interfere with incoming story-waves. That, or story-land just exists in a different timezone.
Like a lot of the things written in the early morning, however, when you wake up in the morning, that theory makes a lot less sense.
Didn't get to bed for an hour or to sleep until after 3, pretty much crashed around 4 yesterday afternoon, still feeling blurry today, but damn was it worth it.