Friday, November 5, 2010

The burgeoning story.

I've been carrying around a story in my head for a while now.
Not a short story, as in a few pages and it's done. No... this is much longer than that. It's patiently been humming in the back of my brain. I've been ignoring it. But now its kicking against the bars of my mind.
I can't neglect it much longer. It's burning a hole in my pocket. I can feel it tingling on the tips of my fingers.
It wants to be told!

It's like carrying around a mouthful of water. I know I shall either have to spit it out or swallow it. Swallowing it would be the coward's way out. I know I'm going to have to spit it out. Soon. And it will be so relieving!

But till then, I am holding it close to me, not wanting to let it go yet. Why, I wonder? I think because I am afraid it shall disappoint me. I am afraid that it will cheapen and lose its lustre in the harsh light of reality.
Also, I'm in the midst of two other stories. One I am at a standstill with. The second I have been nursing for about a year. They are both technically on back burners already...

Hm... I think this story is about to get its long deserved turn at front and center in my literary efforts.

7 comments:

  1. Go ahead and let it out! It definately sounds like it wants to be told.
    It could be your unintentional NaNoWriMo story.
    xxx

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  2. Oh, I forgot I changed my name. It's not Everlove anymore, just Ever now. :)

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  3. I am happy to say that, as of yesterday, I have begun to release it! Hehe, it kind of is my unintentional, informal NanoWriMo story! :)

    Ok. :) I figured it was you!

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  4. :) It would be great if you posted a bit of it!

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  5. Maybe I will someday! Though not until it's in a more polished state... hehe. :)

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  6. You go girl! What better time to start afresh than National Novel Writing Month? x

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  7. Hehe, I know right! It's perfect. =D

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Silhouettes of a secret. A story told over a cuppa. Or perhaps just sitting on that stone bench, basking in the moonlight... and not saying anything at all.


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