So, I've pegged it. I have the idea for my Bebo Author story! Ok, I won't lie to you... I was toying around with the first version of the idea last night, but even before fully fleshing it out I realized how ambitious it was. The idea is so intricate that there are a million ways I can mess it up and really only one way I can do it right. I'm not quite sure I'm up to the task, but I have no choice but to try and hope for the best.
I'm not sure how many words I've written on it so far today because it's all been by hand. That's the only way I can prevent myself from over-editing during the rough draft process. I've got an idea for a future post about writing drafts, but I'll tell you right now, I hate them and love them at the same time. There are certain eureka moments when I'm writing that everything comes out pre-polished and only requires a re-reading and quick edit here and there to be complete. "Intuition" was one of those stories. But we can't rely on those moments to sustain our writing! We have to write even when it seems like we're not up to the task. That's where the draft shines. It allows us to write without expecting everything to be perfect. Since I've forced myself to find ways to fight my perfectionist mentality when it comes to writing, I've found that it's easier to write and I don't feel as bad about what comes out on the first go.
I won't talk about it too much right now, since drafting really should have it's own post, maybe even two or three if given enough attention and time. So, I'll save it for another day.
At first I feared this story was going to gravitate to the darker side at some point, and while it will have a touch of sadness to it, I think it has the potential to be quite beautiful. We'll have to see what the judges think.
The inspiration for this story was a picture I took when I was about 3 years old. I remember the event with extreme clarity. I found my mother's camera, a really heavy one with an attached flash. I wanted to take a picture of myself but I wasn't quite sure how it worked. I was barely tall enough to see over the bathroom counter so I stretched up on my tip-toes and snapped a picture while looking at the mirror in the viewfinder. I remember thinking that the picture would be a picture of me and I was a little surprised when my mother had them developed and found my attempt, much to her delight. When she showed me I was confused as to why it was a picture of me holding a camera and not just a picture of me. It's funny how the minds of children work, isn't it?
Here's to attempting at the impossible and the sometimes surprising results we find from our efforts.