Writing a Twitter novel has given me back an artistic jolt I had almost forgotten: Raw Fear.
At a conference, I heard myself giving advice that I hadn’t followed in a long time.
I wasn’t experimenting with anything that scared me to death anymore.
That night, I inventoried the unbooked characters in my skull and noticed Russet.
I knew he was running from something, that he was scared, and that I was drawn to him. That was all.
I thought about giving him a word-file journal, channeling him every morning before I began writing my real projects.
Then I considered doing it publicly, on a blog.
Oh? That made me sit up straighter. But I had so little time—so many other projects already in progress. Blog entries take hours for me. I revise compulsively, like most writers.
That evening, I got an email notification that someone was following me on Twitter.
Following what? I had created an account over a year before, but hadn’t done anything with it. Not a single tweet. It took me all morning to remember the password and log in.
I tweeted a few times, enjoying that tiny-burst 140 letters/spaces/limit, and then it hit me.
A novel. A whole novel in Russet’s voice, written in Twitter’s 140 (or less) character bursts.
In public. Real time. No revision.
And when I thought about all the ways it could blow up in my face I felt almost sick. Bingo, eureka, perfect. I was scared to death.
Still am. But it has been worth it.
Scared Scars (A Resurrection of Magic, Book 2) is finished and will be out in August. I am writing the last book of the Resurrection of Magic trilogy.
Next up: a YA collaboration called STAYS, The Faeries Promise books for second-to-third graders, A Virgin’s Blood, then Free Rat.
And I come to that work, wide, wide awake in a way that makes me remember how much I love writing. For itself. For the scary, exposed, amazing joy of it.
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