Oh, the Fun

I've written before, this is the best part, when I'm finishing one novel - Book 1 - and its been edited and revised, and the second one is being completed - Book 2, but it needs revised and edited - and I embark about sketching deeper ideas about the conclusion, Book 3. The muses are unleashed and run amok through my mind. Ideas spill, spread and crash like the restless sea. Creativity blossoms and the energy explodes. I get so excited at these intersections about what has been done and what remains. To look forward and see and sense the possibilities that can be written is so stimulating and invigorating, I laugh to myself as I write.

Yes, this the best, when the material is being formulated as its rawest, drawing me in. This is the best, when concerns over story arc, plotting, dialogue, grammar and punctuation, and all the mechanics of writing and editing are cast aside for the sheer unbridled spontaneity of creativity. This is the best. I wish you could be in my mind now and glimpse the profusion of expanding, outrageous ideas, the sort of plotting, concept and character ideas that make the Invisible Reader spying on the process laugh in amazed delight. 

Yes, this is the best, when it's unfettered writing like crazy. I wish everyone could experience such joy.


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Tuesday, 22 May 2018

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Ken Hartke Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
Thanks, Rosy, -- glad you liked it.
Ken Hartke I Promise
20 May 2018
I am so looking forward to your return -- I love your writing and wish you well. From my youth I've...
Stephen Evans I Promise
20 May 2018
Sometimes when I am dealing with deep anxiety I find that work (by which I mean writing), and the f...
Rosy Cole Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
I just love this, Ken. As appealing to the senses as a painting. Thanks :-)

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