“Writing: It starts at the keyboard, and it ends at the far corners of the universe.” –Paako, From Vincent Lowry, Constellation Chronicles: The Lost Civilization of Aries
I came across this quote on Twitter, and it got me thinking. Whenever I sit down to write something, I usually don’t have much of a plan. I may have a topic or two to touch on, but really I just let the words take me where they will.
I also got to thinking about how writing can often be an even more arduous and treacherous journey than reading the finished product. While I’ve had times in which the words flew freely from my fingers, many times this is not the case. It’s amazing how many times my thought process will shift while I’m writing a piece.
Whenever I’m working on a piece of fiction, I always have this nagging need to be unpredictable, to the point that my stories often go off the rails. When I’m working on nonfiction, I don’t seem to have the same problem. Usually I can tie everything up enough to make it somewhat complete at least.
But ,the beautiful thing about writing is that through the process I always learn something about myself. Often, it’s that I don’t know as much about something as I’d previously believed. I also tend to create new characters, places, and things that end up being part of something else later.
Really, I shouldn’t try to separate creative writing from nonfiction, because creativity is what fuels the greatest writing. There is such a thing as creative nonfiction, of course, but that’s not really what I mean. I’ve been trained to think that I have to keep the informative article type pieces I write entirely separate from my often rather odd imaginings. A few years back, I finally didn’t let myself do that anymore.
I have a strong urge to make my writing really go places. I don’t mean writing to make piles of money or become famous or anything. I just don’t want my creative work to be stuck in neutral while my nonfiction writing feels boring and stale.
My readers should be taken on special journeys that they never could have predicted. Really, life is unpredictable. So, why not write like you’re just going to the store to buy some milk and bread and end up going on an epic intergalactic journey? Hey, you never know. Stranger things certainly have happened.
~ Amelia <3