Lose Myself Again

Egypt-10C-010 - Rameses II Every once in a while a book comes along that refuses to be written in the usual way. Of course, there’s very little “usual way” when it comes to finding your path through a thicket of words. Every book requires a different weapon to hunt it down with, a different route. There’s commonalities, but then a book comes along that goes all weird and sideways.

I’m beginning to suspect Rattlesnake Wind is one of them. The protagonist has a very strong voice, and she wants to be scrawled in pen in a Mead 5-star notebook, as if I’m fifteen again and lonely. I hear wind from the high plains when I write, and see the way grass ripples in waves, over and over. Along with it, there’s a dry humming buzz of warning, and curved fangs flickering. I stumble into the book and stumble out later, blinking and surprised to find myself amid dripping trees, the wind vanishing and a chunk of handwritten text to clean up and transcribe into the word processor. There are certain times as a writer that you know you’re not writing the book, the damn book is coming through you, one way or the other.

So today, sleep-deprived and shaky, I lose myself again. God, I love my job.

  • Tim McCanna

    I am a fledgling writer and I used to write with pen and paper. Now, after petting the cats, I write using a laptop while propped up in bed for two to four hours. I’m finishing an edit on the first completed work then plan on taking it to Critique Circle. Scares the hell out of me to take it so seriously.
    However, writing is the big joy in my life right now. I can’t imagine doing anything else.
    Your work inspires me because of your range and years that you have written. I’m in the process of reading everything you’ve written and hope you will change your mind about re-releasing Steelflower’s sequels. I’m almost done with it and have enjoyed it as much as the Kismet series, Dante Valentine series, and Strange Angel series.
    I can’t wait until you publish again.
    Thanks.

  • Emily A. Knight

    Reading back through old posts and catching up…. However, one of the things you said in this post ended up pulled loose and added to my friend and I’s “writer wall”.

    The sentence “There are certain times as a writer that you know you’re not writing the book, the damn book is coming through you, one way or the other.” was profound enough for both of us to earn a place on the wall. That and we both laugh, as we understand it. Some days it is like pulling teeth – slow and painful, other days words bleed from an open wound.

  • It’s nice to know other writers feel the same things, sometimes. It often feels like the book is trying to birth itself through my head, a difficult labor, a thing too big for the aperture inside my skull. Almost like a ripe fruit must feel when it bursts.