So rewind to 1997. This was a fav song of mine. Fable by Robert Miles. As I came home tonight, out of the hellish heat of the subway and into the cool 80 something degree breeze above ground, a story started to weave its way in my head. Out of nowhere. Thoughts came together and I had the concept for a short story. Maybe another novel. I don’t understand how this happens. A line rolls around in there and suddenly, a character is speaking to me.
Someone I’ve never knew existed, but somehow I’ve tuned into her wavelength. Her words and her world start appearing in my mind. I race into my apartment because I know I have to get this down before it slips away. And two sentences turn into two pages hand written. A new idea. Something to get back to. Someone else who begs for their story to be told.
It’s so cool. When it begins. A seed germinating in my mind. Because it will grow into this big old tree in time. And I’ll forget that moment when it all began. I’ll forget what it felt like the first time she talked to me and whispered bits of her story to me.
And it never is a conscious thing. It’s always a random moment of enlightenment. And from there it goes on to become so much more.