Ever had the urge to run away? Leave it all behind, visit a new place, meet new people.
Destroy evil empires.
Save a princess.
Kidnap a prince.
Of course. We all have. That's why we read.
But have you ever considered running away in your OWN writing? Getting lost amid the story that chose you? Hmmm, says I. This sounds like a challenge. A frightening one.
Frightening? Why? It's just a story, right? An all consuming, never ending, nagging story that wakes you in the middle of the night, tortures you at work, chants incessantly "write me, tell me, write me, tell me" until you want to claw the words out of your veins and let them trail in whatever pattern seems fit.
I'm not advocating self mutilation.
It's a brave thing to trust your story so much that you lose yourself to it. Lock the doors, batten down the hatches, weld the pen and go forth to conquer unknown lands. It's a courage we all need, a fear we must all face.
So go ahead. Pack your suitcase and run away. Stare that story down until it consumes you and you have no choice but to tell it. Let it all out. Get lost and in the process, find the essence of your story, your characters.
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