They start out as whisperings, soft tickles in my ears but
nothing decipherable. Then occasionally
a voice speaks up. I have to strain to
listen, but I catch a word or two. Along
with that, they send me images. Pictures
of faces start to form, ideas evolve.
And I’m patient.
I’ve tried forcing the voices to talk but when I do, they go
silent. You have to let them tell you
who they are, where they want to go and eventually, they’ll show you the path
to get there.
A story has been marinating in my head for a while now. And I couldn’t move forward because I didn’t
quite have the story right. The last few
weeks, during the quiet moments, I’d let my mind ponder over the details. Then yesterday, the voices broke through and
told me their story. And now they are
speaking so fast and furious, I can barely jot down the notes fast enough.
It’s like that for me. One minute I feel all hope is lost
for any kind of story and then BOOM, it’s pouring out of me so fast I can barely
contain it. My notes are a wild mess of scene ideas, settings and random conversations. And eventually, they will be organized into
something that may or may not resemble an outline.
What are the voices
telling you?
