The manuscrupt ‘n Me: Episode 4

If you’d like to catch up on previous episodes before reading this one, here are the links:

Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3


… Then, something magical happened …

She read the battered old manuscript over and over again, making notes in the margins and on scraps of paper that she stapled to the manuscript, until she ran out of scraps and staples, and ideas.

She took out her stylish Smith-Corona daisy-wheel electric typewriter that she’d recently treated herself to …

(They’re actually still being sold!)

and started writing … and writing … and writing.

The story flowed from her fingers as though it were unravelling in front of her. She wrote through the night, stopping only to perform her staff-ly duties (feeding her furry companions) and snatch a few hours sleep. Her dreams tormented her with flashes of dialogue and scenes and plot-lines.

Her characters evolved from two-dimensional alternate versions of herself into their own fully fleshed three dimensional Selves.

In five excruciatingly intense days the 35 page double-spaced story grew into a fully-fledged novel with chapters and a prologue and an epilogue. (She has a thing for prologues and epilogues that she’s never grown out of)

The magic slowly ebbed from her fingers. Her mind released its stranglehold on her Muse, and she typed the title of the story on the very last blank sheet of paper she had in the house:

‘The Awakener’

The woman was wise enough to know ‘The Awakener’ was only a first draft, and that to take the next step to make it the best it could be, she had to learn a great deal more about this writing profession that had claimed her for its own.

She put the shiny new manuscript and the battered old pages back into a slightly less scruffy box and stowed it safely under her bed.

Something like ten years passed by without that box ever being opened again.

The woman shed her life once more. She flew from one side of the Pacific Ocean to the other, and began a new life in a country that had bears, and racoons, and moose-es, (oh my!) rather than wombats, kangaroos, and platypuses.

Of the wealth of possessions she’d owned, she only kept enough to fill two suitcases and three boxes. Packed securely in the very center of one of the boxes was the manuscript.

A few months later, on the other side of the world, when she finally emptied the dregs of the boxes, something magical happened …


“You fail only if you stop writing” Ray Bradbury


13 comments on “The manuscrupt ‘n Me: Episode 4

  1. Eileen O'Farrell says:

    Your writing is inspirational and provocative! What a gift you have with words! I can’t wait to read your soon-to-be-published book!


    • Widdershins says:

      Thanks Eileen … glad you’re enjoying the posts.
      I have a blast writing them any playing for hours on the internet for the stuff that I link to. I can never go with just the first one, and there links that lead to other links and so on and so forth … truth is I could spend a whole lot more of my time just following interesting threads through the internet labyrinth. Just as well I have some restraint, or I’d never get anything else done!


  2. “…something magical happened.” I like that tag line. I see pixie dust and bright lights and a chorus singing in the background.

    FYI, I’ve decided to stop my self-imposed post only on Thursdays. Now, it’s whenever. Oh oh.


  3. It just goes to show what can be accomplished in five days when the muse and the mood is right.

    I particularly like the … at the end, because it’s not the end, it leads to something else…


  4. S.P. Bowers says:

    Loved hearing the story behind your story.


    • Widdershins says:

      When I’ve read stories that really make an impression on me, I’ve often wondered how the author came to write that particular story in that particular way.

      BTW, the first four episodes are just back story really. Once I arrived here in Canada, things really got interesting!


  5. clarbojahn says:

    Whata great post, Widder. Thanks for giving us the heads up on how your book got written. I love it.


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