I’ve been known to sit for hours and chapters emerge with surprising, funny dialogue and amusing twists. I love the process of just sitting down to write something, anything.
I love words, strung together into sentences, metaphors for dimension, satire to shovel irony, humour, tragedy and a level of plausible implausibility … and although as a reader I find typos distracting, I don’t fastidiously check my own spelling as I go, because there’s no time to stop – the story takes precedence – I worry about the time consuming nature of this later.
Before I begin, I have my characters in mind and a basic idea of what their role is in the story and what I hope the story will reveal. I decide where it begins, what needs saying, and then … off the fingers go with the characters doing all the driving.
This is my art.
My first draft is a full manuscript that is then revised in a process that takes almost longer than it took to write the first part – but because I have something tangible, I immerse myself in it until it flows. I don’t know if it’s efficient or not – but … it works for me and since there’s no train to catch, if it’s in my stars, it’ll happen.