Wow! Thank you, Lucy. Truer words and so much more. You put into writing what really happens to the writer as he/she is haunted by her written draft. It certainly does come to life, frighteningly so. There is never a moment, awake or asleep of freedom. The Draft follows, as if it had feet. A true haunting if there ever was one. Thank you for this great reflection of what awaits authors and a draft of their own making.
I have been itching to cover this important and thought-provoking subject for a while.
To the non-writer a draft novel is just a folder stuffed with paper. They don’t see it as a living thing. If you asked them whether a draft novel was capable of communicating with a human, the non-writer would probably laugh, roll their eyes or frown before asking whether you had been in the sun for too long.
To the writer their draft novel is a living thing. It communicates with them regularly, even when they are trying to avoid it. A draft novel senses when the writer is ready to write and it knows when the writer is actively trying to avoid it.
Once you start delving into this strange phenomenon of unspoken communication you will see why a writer’s life is so exhausting.
With so much unspoken communication going on between you and your draft…
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