This post is written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today’s prompt is a word that contains “ow” (or use it as a word).
I just finished writing a piece that absorbed me completely. It came from nowhere, triggered by a random thought, slipped in and took up residence in my head. I love it when that happens.
During those days when it occupied my mind, I’m sure there were times when it looked like I was driving to work, shopping for groceries or doing any number of mundane tasks. But no, I was writing the next bit in my head. At the end of the day, I would read a novel in bed, just to get my mind off it for a while. But when my head hit the pillow, there it was again.
It was a short memoir – maybe memory is a better description – that took me back and made me feel the emotions all over again. To do it justice, it was important to me to get the details right. Think, Linda, was the chair red or orange? Did this happen in April or June?
I loved the satisfaction of putting it together, paragraph-by-paragraph, like a jig-saw puzzle made of words. I even loved editing it – spotting the sentences that were superfluous, or realizing two paragraphs need to be inverted to make the piece more powerful.
What I didn’t love is the moment when I realized it was all written and done. It’s the same feeling I get when I finish a great book: Sad that it’s over; a little lost without the characters; and wondering if I will ever find another book I will enjoy as much.