I love and hate when I have a vision of how my short story will go but once I get to a certain point….I realize, “…well, this can go the way I planned, or I can totally NOT do that and it can go THIS way…” -Problem with that is the new plot is taking longer than I had planned, but that is just a tiny problem that can be overlooked. The part I love, is that I am able to do that in the first place. It’s a moment where, as a writer, you are at a crossroad. That moment you’re faced with the realization that this can go SO many ways, is when you enjoy writing the most.
The tide comes in and pulls at my feet. For a moment I feel like I am being dragged out to sea as the water quickly surrounds my ankles, pulling the sand back in with it. Its a quick feeling of insecurity. Insecure of where I stand, because for that moment the world behind me seems further away and the water feels almost powerful enough to drag my entire body.
The fresh breeze hits the back of my neck and I feel like there is nothing around that will even notice my very tiny existence. I am one of many out here, and I am but a stranger to the world. Will this feeling ever subside? This moment is what entraps my entire being, what is clarity.
Before I begin to evaluate my lone state, I realize that at this very moment, it is the best state to be in.