I honestly believe that stories float around in the ether looking for a storyteller to bring them life. They send out little snippets of themselves– images, clips of dialogue, a tripping phrase or two– capturing the attention of the writer who then puts the pieces together and writes the story. That has happened to me this week.
For me, the structure of a story is classic: three acts comprised of a set up, rising tension or conflict, then a finale with a resolution. On Sunday, an image presented itself to me and I thought it would make a great “first act”. Then another image with some dialogue captured me on Monday for a second act. Then last night I fell asleep while watching television. When I woke up about midnight, the third act was right before me. I had the complete story in bits and pieces.
Before I finally went to bed, I scribbled a tangle of one line phrases into my journal — I was that afraid I would forget it. Now when the day job settles down a bit and I am not so darn exhausted when I get home, I plan to get to the business of actually writing the story.
The story captured me and will not let me rest until I write it.