Without you I am nothing. Truly I am.
But let me explain.
My basic approach to writing is quick and dirty – purging or a cognitive dump, if you will. you might call it spewing. I get it all out, and worry about the details afterward.
The end result is often a barebones outline, that I have to then flesh out. Very tight, and almost impossible to pry open and elaborate on. But the basic structure, language, and often dialogue, are there and will remain pretty much unchanged.
This is the reverse of many writers. Other folks overwrite that initial draft, so their editing process is about subtraction of words and extraneous details, and carving away fluff to get to the essence of their story.
In my world, my story already exists, I just need to be able to share it with you.
And this is where you, Dear Reader, come in.
I need to make sure you can see what I see, and feel what I feel as I’m writing this. And if it’s too obscure or vague, I gotta flesh it out.
Because good writing, after all, is about telepathy. You join me in whatever place I’ve created and hang with the folks I’ve invented.
Essentially, you’re walking through my mind.
And, if I can bring you there, by giving enough detail and description without pushing you away, I’ve done my job. Because, ultimately, it’s about you.
I need to be able to stand in your shoes and give you what you want, with a few twists along the way. Sure, I pretty much know where I’m going; but when I step inside your shoes I see it all in a different light, and you help me make things as they should be. Heck, you might even surprise me with a change in plot or character. You give me a little nudge here, and a pull there, and maybe a little snip or two, and – voila, we have a story.
And a story is more than just words on a page. It’s a place you drop into, and hang out. You live and breathe inside a story.
Without you, my story would still exist, perhaps only in my own head; but it’d be there in some form or other. But you bring the magic to my story, where it is shared and communicated and understood and resounds in your own mind.
You begin to see what I see, and feel what I feel. We walk through the door together.
And that, my friends, is true magic.
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