I’m hearing the voices again, the voices that rouse me from sleep so I can tell their story. Those voices have been quelled since I finished writing my first book but, now that I am forging my way into my second book, a new ensemble of characters is alive and well and they are feeling extremely vocal.
I woke up at 3:30 in the morning with a simple line that seemed to be rooted in my brain. That line wanted so desperately to be recorded so, before I was able to drift into my slumber once again, I had to blindly feel around in the dark for my cell phone and find the voice memo app that has been my late night savior. In a voice that sounded more like Morgan Freeman narrating a television commercial, I spoke a few words into the microphone and fell back into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again at 7:30, I knew I had recorded something but couldn’t remember what the words were. I played them back and was overwhelmed with the urge to write. I was almost late for work yesterday because the flow of words was substantial enough to warrant an apology to my bosses for my tardiness. Thankfully, they understand my insatiable urge to listen to those voices and they accept my erratic behavior when it comes to my creativity.
The words that I recited in the wee hours of morning could possibly help shape the antagonist in my newest creation. Karl is slowly becoming a character I want to embrace but a character I have become slightly afraid to welcome into my reality. I can only hope, for both our sakes, that I can tell his story and give it the entertainment value he is seeking without becoming afraid of him in the process.