“…you must not come to the page lightly,” says Stephen King in his book On Writing and the only Stephen King book I’ve ever read. The horrors of real life scare me enough. I keep the quote tacked to my computer on post-its that lose their sticky and need replacing from time to time. The quote sticks in my brain unlike others that I find full of deep meanings, but forget over time. I’m a collector of quotes about anything and everything as long as it pertains in some way to the life I live, but this one quote haunts me.
So, anyhow, I’m trying to put King’s quote to work as I begin writing a novel from an idea etched in my mind over the last five years. My top priority, a roof over my head and an internet connection, keeps me writing non-fiction and business-type collateral during the day. Writing fiction fills in the late night gaps in sleep. I consider myself somewhat analytical, but my helter-skelter approach to this book works for now. No outlines of characters and plots for me, instead I’m taking a cue from writers who just sit down and let the words spill from brain to fingers to screen. Some nights I’m on a fast train with fingers trying to keep up and other nights the train stops for coffee and a pee break every other sentece.
The journey into the psyche of the past demands brutal honesty and “not coming to the page lightly.” I hold back and I’m not sure why. Finding that place where the voice refuses to be told to be quiet is as elusive as sleep. The story spills out, but not without censured words and hesitation. I’ve read books on writing that offer ways to quiet the monkey on the shoulder, but when in the moment instead of screaming, little more than a whisper ekes out and the monkey continues warning.
Although, my heart screams, “Write it, damn it!” My brain whispers, “Should you?” I hear the whisper louder than the scream. As I continue working on the book, I WILL find a way to quiet the cautions. This is a tale of raw emotion and relationships not for the faint of heart or hopelessly romantic… or so I think. It deserves to be exposed with power and boldness.
For now… the pink post-it stays on the top left hand corner of my computer where it dares me to, “not come to the page lightly.” And I will try damn hard to make it so.