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{September 15, 2011}   Late Night Inspiration

A few days ago, I was reading through blogs and read about a little thing some people were doing on WordPress and the prompt for them the other day was, “I opened the door” or something of that nature. They were then to continue on and write for about 200 words, I believe, to make it a short story. I wasn’t interested in joining into the group or whatever it was but the prompt stuck in my head.

That night, I tossed and turned with the prompt running through my head. It wasn’t the first time I lay awake at night with thoughts circulating up there nor was it the first time I had an idea in the night. Most of the time, I will get an idea and start working it out and “writing” it inside my head. But the other night was different. My mind kept hearing, “I opened the door and there it was.” Then my mind stalled on me. I visualized a door but behind it, there was nothing. I simply could NOT see what was behind the door but I knew there was something. Something that I could not know until I got to the computer and started typing. Even now, as I write THAT, it sounds crazy to me but it’s the honest truth.

So I put WordPress on to full screen and told myself, “Here goes, I will not look at another page until I feel like what’s hidden inside me is released.” I wrote the words, “I opened the door and there it was.” Right as I wrote those words, I suddenly knew it was a package. I had no clue, though, who received the package, who gave it, why they gave it, or what was in it. But I just kept typing as if someone or something was telling me the next sentence as I would finish the previous. I was so completely “out of the loop” as to what I was writing and where it would go, but I never once felt worried that the words wouldn’t come.

Each sentence I wrote was like a revelation to myself. I felt like I was reading a story as I was writing it. It just all flowed more natural than I have ever experienced before. I knew once I got to the end of my short story because my thoughts stopped being clear. The next sentence wasn’t there any longer like it was before. I looked back through the story and wondered where it all came from. I am still lost as to where the words or ideas came from, but I also feel blessed that they came so easily.

But even now, as I was inspired to tell of the process of writing this story, I feel like the story is not complete yet. I feel like the story is just waiting for me to continue with it, but I also think the rest is not meant for my blog. I think my short story was simply the start of a bigger tale inside me that wants to be told. Could I possibly actually have a book inside me when I figured I would never have the motivation or the anti-procrastination I needed to take that step?

I’m not sure. All I know is that what I experienced as I wrote “The Secret Package” the other night was unlike anything I have ever felt before. My writing felt like it had a strong purpose and my fingers felt an overwhelming urge to get it all out on paper…or blog. Right now, I feel like the story is calling out to me to continue it and give it the ending it so rightly deserves.

AND the title because I don’t think “The Secret Package” is the right one. I couldn’t seem to come up with one, actually. The title was the ONE thing about the story I went blank on, but now I am thinking it’s because the title can’t be added until the rest of the story is told.

The Hook says:

Late-night inspiration is th ebest – if you can hold on to it until the morning!

I know, right?! Not as fun if it keeps you awake!

I love, love, love when I write like that . . . It doesn’t happen as often now as it used to, but it was always the most amazing feeling.

I loved the story and do so hope you continue with it, whether by blog or elsewhere! (One idea, if you’re interested – I have a friend who is writing a novel. She writes it on WordPress, but she password protects it so that only a select few can read it and help critique it with her.)

That could be a good idea. Sometimes I tend to worry when posting certain things, even though I use a copyright online, that others might steal something and claim it as their own. I would love to believe no one would, but I have seen and heard about it happening before. Most of my posts it doesn’t bother me much, but I worry sometimes with poems and I would most definitely worry if I did a book length story…..I might decide to go with the password idea.

This happens a lot to me with poetry. I’ll be driving down the road and whole stanzas will come into my mind. They just keep repeating until I can get a computer or piece of paper.

Your comment posted once in spam as by an Anonymous person and then under your actual name NOT in spam, LOL. I went ahead and deleted the one done by Anonymous so there wouldn’t be two of the same comment. 🙂
I’ve had what you describe happen to me with poetry as well as post ideas, but this was the first time THIS happened to me, where I basically just had the first sentence and was sure that if I got to a computer, I could finish my thinking, but otherwise I just couldn’t come up with anything. I literally tossed and turned for hours without being able to come up with anything. The second I wrote the sentence down on the computer, I automatically knew the next one but not the following until I wrote the next….It was like the story was being revealed to me one sentence at a time as I was myself writing it… was almost like an out of body experience or something.
The only feeling I have to compare it to and when I sang solos in front of an audience and would get into the song. I would start singing but would have this unexplainable feeling where I wasn’t there anymore singing…like it was an escape. I don’t even have the words to explain it….it’s euphoric?

Nice, WordPress, for not taking my comment. As I was saying… the title is hard to come up with, that’s why most people start with a working title and change it at the end.

Ah, that makes sense. 🙂
I guess mine was a working title then?
I hate when WordPress has glitches 😦

And you experienced “the flow”, which is a great thing to have when you write!

When I read the first part, I almost thought you were psychic…but then I realized you were talking about my story…..LOL
Yep, that’s what happened, I guess…..

N. Barnes says:

Wow, this must be the story you are supposed to write. Perhaps writing is like art – you can plan it out to the nines and execute it down to the detail, or open yourself and let it flow thru you to be what it is supposed to be. Blessings to you and your writing.

Possibly 🙂
I admire those who can draw and paint, my mom has always been good at it, but never did anything with it. I always leaned more towards the fine art of Music and Performing through the years with writing something I did more in private, writing poems or songs occasionally. I love to write, just never thought it was something I was meant to do. Now that I have been doing the Post-a-Day challenge, I am starting to feel like maybe I am actually meant to do more with my writing….Not sure how everything will go, but thanks for your blessings! 🙂

Wow that’s awesome that it was just flowing and was like you’d never experienced before! Can’t wait to read it when you’re ready to show it! 🙂

Judging by your other comment, I see you found it! 🙂

ElizOF says:

Excellent. I love when that happens to me too. My story which I wrote today is somewhat like that… It came of its own. TY!! 🙂

I need to go check it out in a minute! 🙂

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