Have you ever had an idea that was so driving, so big, you were compelled to work on it whether you wanted to or not?
For the last few months, I had been working solidly, if sporadically, at a certain story idea I had, about a girl I call Deidre Dashwood. I have been trying to keep focus on writing one thing as much as possible, instead of moving from writing project to writing project without finishing. I do scribble ideas that I have down in my pocket notebook, for new or existing stories. This has been working out well and I have made some progress on Deidre’s story.
Until a couple of weeks ago. That’s when the seed of a different idea, a different story, an unexpected story, lodged itself in my brain. I tried writing it down in my notebook for later, but it soon became clear that this was a story that I would have to write.
Since then, I have made pretty good progress on this new story. Easily outpacing Deidre Dashwood on the page already. Part of the reason I think is because with Deidre Dashwood, and with other stories I had tried to write before, in the back of my mind, I was always trying to write a story that I thought people would like. In this case, I know this story is going to be something that half the people in the world will hate. Half may like it. And probably the remaining half may end up being indifferent. But it is a story that has to be written.
When I’m done with this one, and eventually turn back to my other creative diversions, I need to remember that. That I am not writing a book for everybody, no matter what the story is. It needs to be for my own, and for the story’s sake that I write.