The first thing about writing is to just get the words down on the paper or up on the screen. It doesn’t matter if they make sense or are repetitive or are just plain spelled wrong. Get them on the page.
Easier said than done for some, me included.
The idea either freezes up or the internal editor/critic speak up. Even when the ideas are there and you’ve locked the editor/critic in its cage, something just stops the journey to the paper/screen.
Well, last night as I sat journal writing…oh now that’s easy, those emotions just fly…I started to think what if the story was all diary entries. I know this can be a dull read because it tends to lack active voice. However, I gave it a go and here is the result.
These words have not been edited or changed. They are here just as they flowed from my mind to paper. Who knows where they’ll go.
Remember, it’s fiction 😉
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Dear Diary.
He said he loves me! He really loves me.
Now I knew that all along. But it’s so wonderful to hear the words out loud. To be told all those long looks and morning hellos were so hard to contain. To having to be quiet about his feelings so she wasn’t hurt.
The poor girl. Who knew she was so ill. And him, so brave to sit by her side while I feed her those special cookies. Wishing he could take her place and ease her pain. Finally, when she could eat no more, I did have to use the knife. Leeches may be coming back to medical use, but they take so long. And the poor girl needed bleeding. It really was the only way.
Alas, it wasn’t enough. He was so gallant saying goodbye. And when he turned those eyes to me. Those tears of love spilling telling me all he could not.
Well of course they had to be preserved. They look so beautiful on my desk shelf. Why I can see them in the their crystal jar from here.
Oh, there’s the buzzer. Time to stir the mixture. I so love how my garden grows since I started using my own organic mulch.
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Wonder whose diary I’ll visit today?