My last post, about being between success and defeat, made me understand how close I really am to the success. But with the understanding of that I also got a huge surprise! With the success follows grief.
I have really fallen in love with the city I´m writing about, its people and their stories. Do I really want to leave them? Pretty often I still find myself wandering around the streets of the city in my book, talking to the characters I created, and I love the smell and noises of the city, I love the people who lives there – and the plot. I´m simply not done yet.
I´m really surprised to see that there is grief as a natural part of my writing process. I´ve never been thinking about grief as a part of the process, but rather as something to write about. Now I´m almost feeling as if a close family member would be dying. And I´m having so many different thoughts about what will happen with this magic place and its people, and how I will handle that.
Maybe I don´t have to grief too long. I will keep on visiting that fantastic place, with all those fantastic people, I will see what they are doing and keep on talking with them. If there is anything more to tell, I will be given the story piece by piece. If there´s nothing more to tell, they will fade away, slowly, and a new story will evolve within my mind. Or nothing will change; they stay within my mind for ever, as a good place to visit whenever I wish. I´m so in love 🙂