Therapeutic effect of writing

Work has been taking a bit too much of me lately, so I've been trying to be very consistent about carving a piece out of each day to write.

I'm working on a three-part story that was inspired by the current contest, and it's great fun to work on.

It's a few lucky discoveries for me: one is that three-part stories are a lovely format for me right now. It very neatly breaks down the setup/complications/resolution, and it puts a cap on the thing; since it's not an open-ended story of unknown length, it's much easier to work with. I take the elements I have, and fill the three containers.

It gets done more quickly.

My second happy discovery is sketching in a notebook.

I usually do all my writing on computer, on a USB stick, partly because I type so quickly, but also because it's easier to edit. Mostly, though, it's easier to keep others from seeing it -- I mean, like family or co-workers.

However, about a week ago, I had some time, a notebook, and no internet connection, so I wrote out the first chapter, the whole thing, scribbling. It was just the bones of the story: all the connections and transitions, a lot of dialog, and I went all the way to the end. The whole story was there... it wouldn't be good reading, but it was all there.

Next time I got to the computer, I didn't refer to the notes until I was halfway through. Then I went back, found one little bit I'd forgotten, refreshed my memory... it was so much fun!

It was especially great after a crappy workweek, to take that sketchy story, write it all out, fill in the descriptions, flesh it out until it was a readable story...

Then on the bus ride home, I began scribbling out the skeleton of the second part.

Being creative is a wonderful thing. It really revived me.

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