Hope you all had a Happy Turkey Day and stuffed yourself until you wanted to puke.
I started working on a story over the vacation. Not sure if its a short story or a novel yet, but I had this opening image pop into my head while we were at that movies and it was crystal clear in my head and I know from past experience that is always my jumping off point. I get that initial scene in my head and run with it. I may not know where I'm heading, but I run with it and see where it goes because its just so vivid - I can see and hear it, like a tiny movie in my head - and its just screaming at me to go down on paper.
So as I started putting this opening scene into words and began formulating the rest of the story, it occurred to me that I was writing this story for a particular person and that was a new feeling. In the past, the books I've written and the short stories I've written have really been for me. They were stories that I wanted to tell and read and play with. Things that interested me and while I hoped that other people would find them interesting, they were essentially for me. And while this new story definitely interests me, I realized I was writing it mainly because I wanted this other person to be able to read it, to be able to give it to them in some form or another after its done. It didn't really change anything for me - the motivation is there to continue with the story and see what happens - but it was just a bit of a different feeling in the process.
And I don't mean any of this in a bad way. I think we've all heard stories about writers feeling compelled to write something to satisfy an editor or agent. I've actually done that and its not a good feeling and I've yet to find anyone who feels different. So I don't mean it in that way. This just feels like a story that I want to share with this other person and that is kind of a new, exciting motivation. It's definitely a good feeling.
Just wondering if any of you have ever written something specifically for another person.
BABES IN JOYLAND
Was Britney ever really like this? It's hard to remember that far back...