I know it's been a while since I've posted. Sorry. September came and went before I knew it. That's what happens when school starts. Between teaching and everything else - including continuing to write - I just didn't get a chance to sit down and post some thoughts here.
I just came back from a few days in Washington, DC for the USA Science and Engineering Festival. By a few days, I mean, I flew out on Friday morning, landed there Friday night and left to come home on Sunday afternoon. I took in as many of the sights as I could in the short time there since I spent most of my time at the Festival. I love how the buildings/houses look there. The brick, tall brownstone like homes. It immediately reminded me of one of my characters and where he'd live when he goes back East. That made me happy. And sad.
Why sad? Well, when he goes out there, it's about eleven years after the current time frame that I'm writing (did I mention my characters are in high school?). So, this is after college... several years after college. Okay, now that I think about it, more like maybe eight years after... Anyway, without going into details about it (wouldn't want spoilers on here), it's a melancoly time/moment/scene. But I do see the building/house in a happy moment too.
That image has been percolating in my head since I was first driven through DC on Friday night. However, I was able to continue writing in the current high school scene I was working on. This morning however, I kept seeing that building. And it made me happy. Then my brain flipped to a scene that would eventually lead to that happy scene. And I was crying. Tears streaming down my face at 4:00am. I'm lying in bed seeing, hearing the scene and crying. I didn't want to lose the words my beloved characters spoke, so I pulled out my computer and began writing that scene. And cried again, even harder as I tried to get the actions down as well. My alarm went off to officially wake me up and I hit the snooze to keep writing and finish my thoughts. Frantically, I typed to it all out before the snooze went off and I would officially be running late for my day. I did.
When I got up to get ready this morning, my eyes were all puffy and red, my face tear-stained. All this from a book. My book. A scene. In a book that has yet to be finished, but technically has been started. A book for the future -- many years in the future for my characters. But it didn't ease the emotions it created. I hope it ellicts the same emotion from others...
