Twitter: @meredithturits
I’m the kind of writer who has random lines of prose constantly running through her head. Most are one-offs—things that don’t really have a home, nor should they—and because of the amount of time I’ve spent with my own writing, I’ve developed a pretty keen sense of self-editing to realize thoughts that are ten-cent word fluff, and what actually has potential.
I’ve been playing around with one idea for a character for a while, and while I’ve never had a storyline or a conflict for her, she continues to hold on to me. This morning, in the midst of day-job editing tasks, an analogy came to me in her voice. I knew instantly it was worth keeping. So, I grabbed my work notebook, in my most rushed chicken scratch (I have handwriting like a male toddler, I know), jotted down the line, then turned back to my computer and resumed work.
I love how it’s been sitting, quietly tempting me my entire work day.
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