Sometimes, when I’m writing, I have a hard time sleeping. I can be brain dead from work, or even from writing. When I go to bed my brain says, “Playtime.” Characters, past and present, have a field day. They interact, go through dialog, even go through scenes. Does any one else have this problem?
I decided to take a small nap today. I went to the bedroom, because it’s quiet. Lorelei showed up within ten minutes. She had on green Christmas sweats and a white sweatshirt with a wreath on the front.
“Fifty eight hundred words is a pretty good start,” she said.
“Yeah, it wound up being another busy weekend, or I would have gotten more,” I said.
“I don’t think you need more, just yet.”
“You? You’re always pushing me to get words on paper.”
“You need to get ‘good’ words on paper. I read it so far, and you’re off to a good start. It just needs a little something. Patty’s home is important, put a little more description in there. Don’t forget to include the forgotten senses. What does the old table feel like? Shouldn’t the screen door squeak when it closes? Maybe Mom’s kitchen has a specific smell. Maybe the stepfather wears distinctive aftershave. I’m not saying those specific items, just a little something.”
“I can do that. What about the other places in the story?”
“Weigh them by their importance. If Patty only goes to the basketball court once, it doesn’t need quite so much detail.” She flipped back the sheet and crawled into bed, spooning me from behind.
“Okay, I can flesh out the places that are more important.” Her arm wrapped around me, and the smell of sandalwood drifted to my nose.
“You were always able to edit while life goes on around you. Spend some time working on that, until you have more quiet time for new words.” She snuggled closer. “You’ve got plenty of plants in the first dozen pages. You’re really good at making them pay off later. Concentrate on settings and senses.”
“Yeah, maybe the mud squishes along the trail, or the bathroom is really cold in the old farm house, or the school library smells musty–
“Sounds like you’ve got the idea. It’s more important in the first twenty pages, then you can taper off, but not completely.”
Her boobs rubbed against my back. She kissed me behind my ear and said, “Gotta go. Have a nice nap,” and she was gone.
I rolled toward the ceiling and said, “Now my mind’s racing again. And for more reasons than writing.” I heard her sexy giggle fade as I stared at the ceiling.