The Stardust

Sometimes, writing is fucking magical.

It would have to be, for any of us to go through it.

I think that all of us who endeavor to put words together into something worth reading have, at some point, come across a piece of writing that stuck with us. It was probably a novel that found itself into our young hands, the words burned across our minds for weeks to come. For me, it happened when I was rather young. I remember little about it, save that I was sleeping at my grandmother’s house for some reason. My father, who wasn’t around much at the time, was telling me a story about King Arthur and his knights. That’s the way I remember it, anyway, and that’s the way it matters. He wasn’t reading the story, mind you, but reciting it from memory. If that’s not a shining example of the power the written word exerts over our feeble mortal minds, I don’t know what is.

That’s the magic in writing. It sticks with us, somewhere in those spaces between our neurons. The best stories will stick in this grey blob we call a brain, whose job is merely to keep our bodies running. Characters will feel like real people, the kind you could invite out for coffee.

And sometimes, when I sit down to write, I can harness that magic. My fingers get away from me, the words stop being these alien things made up of letters, and grammar stops being an issue. I’m engrossed in a scene, an event, a conversation, and I just fucking run with it. And by the time it’s over, I feel exhausted, drained, and ready to try again the next day.

These magical moments, when the story pours out of you like a rehearsed performance, or like that truth you’ve hidden for years, make everything else worth it. Above all, I believe those moments unite everyone who calls themselves a writer. Between the published authors, aspiring authors, or the writers who populate fan fiction forums, we’ve all had these moments. And when we talk about writing, with that twinkle in our eye and that little shake in our voice that happens when we’re away from the computer (or notebook, or typewriter, or whatever the fuck), it’s having experienced one of those moments that brings us together.

And chasing the next one’s what gets our ass in the chair.