Today I experienced one the best things I like about writing. Thinking about it, calling it an experience is not really accurate. It is more the sense of ideas coming together but not yet forming into something tangible. I love that feeling. It is so exciting to not know what I am going to end up writing yet and I look forward to surprising myself when it does get written. I have done as much research as I need to have a rough idea where the play is going and it planted a seed into the fertile soil of my little brain. I do not know what it is going to grow into, but I know that it is growing. I can feel it now hovering around the edges of my consciousness, like the little shy flower it is until it is confident enough to come forth. I think of it much like seeing a deer by accident in the woods. If you move, the deer will spook and run, but maybe, just maybe, if you stay still it might come towards you. When this happens, I keep myself busy and clean and cook and tend to my indoor garden (which is doing fabulously, thanks for asking) so I do not overthink or strain to get the idea out. I know it will come to me when it is ready and be all the better for my not interfering. So, on that note, I am going to write a scene unconnected to the idea (well, as far as I know so far) and see what turns up.
Take care buddies,