Iona Winter

I found myself awake at 2.47am this morning, with some new ideas about “The Novel” rattling around my brain. I’m not sure if this is intrusive or not. I can’t decide, but I am curious about it. Naturally I turned on the light and wrote them down!

At 2.51am, I also wondered why other people sometimes ask to read my drafts, or want in-depth explanations about plot and characters. They seem interested. But if I share these things, I open myself up for critique. I mean who’s to say that what I write is any good? It might be absolute crap. Or conversely, someone might like my ideas so much they could steal them. Best to avoid any discussion on “The Novel” for now, me thinks.

I don’t have much control over my creative process. It surges forth unbidden; then it flows or stalls, or somewhere in between. Maddening really! It comes at random times, with unprompted urgency. And then I feel I have to write. I’m curious about this. Is it intrusive?

Anyhow, I have again AVOIDED writing anything for “The Novel” by writing this. Some might say “its still writing” and I’d be curious about such rationale. Because it’s not “The Novel” writing is it? It’s avoidance, let’s face it.

On that note I’d best get back to it…