Words in My Head, Words in My Heart
Words are crowding my head and heart. I have commented on the strange path of writing “The Elen Chronicles.” This haunting book has come in a series of non chronological sentences, paragraphs, and pages as I research. Usually, when books want to escape my brain, they seep through my fingers onto the page in a continuous flow. Sometimes, it feels as though the book is channeled, and I can write it from beginning to end — draft form, chronologically. It’s quite magical.
The Elen Chronicles, until now, has been different. Yes, pieces still haunt me, and I write them in journal entries and on scraps of paper. But now, the book magic has finally come, and I can sit down to write and the book flows. The trip to Scotland crystallized the story. I’m keeping the Doric dictionary by my elbow and Google open for checking historical facts. I am delighted the book is now coming. It’s magical and writing brings me joy.
It makes me wonder if other authors feel the same way with images and books that nearly consume them? And, I haven’t figured out the reasons why this particular book (likely series) is so important to me, but it seems woven into my bones, in my blood, and my soul.
Perhaps, it’s not time to question. Perhaps, it is time to trust the Universe, to accept the magic, and let the story come as it will. I will let the story come and when the first draft is complete, I can wrestle with words and edit to my heart’s content.
