I had to write my Furious Fiction entry in 24 hours as I'd have no access to my laptop on Sunday. I looked at the story requirements, the words that must be used and the action that must happen, and was stumped. I wasn't concerned by this, as it often takes some time for the pieces to fall into place.
I woke this morning and still nothing. I was beginning to get a little worried. Not the slightest idea.
I was listening to The Queen's Gambit as I walked around the lake. Suddenly, as engrossed as I'd been in the novel, I realised I wasn't listening to the words. It actually took me by surprise.
A woman had intruded into my thoughts. A woman with a story to tell that happened to have all the set words and requirements to fulfil the Furious Fiction criteria.
I switched off Audible and walked home as fast as I could to get the words down. Trying to edit the story down to under 500 words in my head as I frenetically strode.
This is what I love most about writing. This 'intrusion'. The moment when a character arrives out of nowhere and enchants you. The invigorating urgency to get the words onto paper, in case it is a fleeting visit and the character takes their story away with them. I love that they have chosen me to tell their story to. For a brief while it is all I can think about, and it will distract me from any other task at hand.
So this week, I am loving intrusions and the joy of writing.
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