A couple weeks ago, after a reading one evening at Dogfish Head Brew Pub. I told my writing instructor that I couldn’t write because I didn’t know who the killer was in my next novel. That I didn’t know what happened next. She turned to me, saying, “You don’t have to know, you just have to write. Write anything. Write often.”
I thought about that for next two weeks. Between working 50+ hours a week and promoting Still Life in Blood, I haven’t had much time for writing. I write in my head all day long at work, but I can’t write it down. Occasionally I’ll sneak into the bathroom with my phone and add notes into my A Novel Idea iPhone app. And I keep a small, orange notebook in my purse, along with index cards full of scenes, and a pen. Sometimes, if I really love a scene, and I somehow can’t write it down, I’ll repeat the words and actions over and over while driving. I’ll play out the scene, crying with my characters, or laughing and screaming! This not only gives me a chance to play the characters but to ultimately memorize the scene.
I’m writing to write. To just WRITE. To get better. And faster.
“If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn’t matter a damn how you write.”