As the eyeballs rotated rhythmically back and forth, lids began to flutter. The body shifted. The brain’s electrical activity increased. Slowly one eye opened. Glancing at the clock’s luminous numbers, a soft sigh rushed across parted lips.
A full night of sleep lost. My eye closed, but too late. The brain lit up as images of the prologue for book two emerged. Reworking the sequences, the scene connected. The images running through my mind hopefully painted the correct imagery. As the prologue evolved, I thought about leaving embedded elements for the reader to discover later in the story.
The room remained too dark to illuminate. Wanting to avoid any disturbance, I memorized the scenes leaving details somewhat sketchy. Praying my memory would remain intact and concise. The morning light melted blackness into grey.
The daily routine began. My brain recounted key factors. After breakfast, I sat down with a legal pad and pen. I reconstructed my earlier musings. Several pages later I stopped. Ripping them away, I stapled the pages together and wrote across the top. “Prologue Book 2”
I’ve discussed how certain elements of the writing process have remained absolutely fun. One factor always surprised me. Out of thin air, creation occurred. I never know when it will happen. Walking. Driving. Eating. Awaking. Suddenly the thoughts I’ve randomly mulled come together. When I wrote them down, I was excited. When I reviewed them later, the excitement remained or a question arose: “What was I thinking?” In any case, this act of spontaneity definitely brought joy to the process.
The tortoise continued to work on the re-write of book one. Honestly, I don’t know when completion will occur. Initially, I envisioned whipping through it, but as I have learned, the reality of writing still remained harder than imagined. Perhaps Spring will spur me toward the conclusion of this phase. One can only hope!!