I just got started for real on the 8th chapter of Emma’s Story (chapter 7 will be published tomorrow, as scheduled), and I learned something new about the Summer Anfylk.
It’s a very minor detail, about a small part of their culture. It doesn’t quite match my original image of what they’re like, but at the same time it makes perfect sense in the context.
Also: it was completely unexpected.
It was one of those amazing moments you sometimes have when you write. You’re just sitting there, tapping along at the keyboard, pondering this and wondering that, and all of a sudden, a thought shows up and forces its way into the text and then the words just flow and won’t stop. That’s what happened, and it was awesome.
I’m not going to tell you what it is, because in reality it really isn’t that important, and explaining it would just detract from the sensation of wonder at it happening. The important thing is that this isn’t the first time this happens. It doesn’t happen all the time, and not very often, but it’s common enough that I know it’s not just a fluke.
It’s the kind of thing that happens once you sit down and write.
It won’t happen every time, and it won’t happen every week, but if you sit down and write, it will happen, eventually. And yes, it will happen to you too. No, I won’t guarantee it, but I firmly believe that if you’re the kind of person who enjoys writing and actually sits down and does it instead of just thinking about it, then it will happen to you too.