Writing in Bits and Pieces


I feel so scattered in my writing. I randomly write a piece of my science fiction story as a thought runs through my mind. I quickly capture a place or feeling from a trip or conversation. Anything in my life can be part of my story. A fear, a beautiful place, a train ride; they are all parts of my story. The story is bits of my life from a time and place that are not mine. The people transform before me as my protagonist takes her journey. 

 

Until I read that the famous Roald Dahl was always jotting down tidbits that might grow into a story, I thought I was unorganized and probably would never be able to put my story together. I am pleased that it is a writing style used by one of the most imaginative writers.

 

As Shannon Maughan writes in Publishers Weekly to honor this prolific author, “Legendary author Roald Dahl (1916–1990) was, very literally, an idea man. He was forever jotting notes—kernels and tidbits that might one day grow into a story.”

 

Although I am not a prolific writer, and my story may not become a best seller, it rattles around in my head as I publish nonfiction books and short write articles.

 

 

Maughan, S. (2017) Big Dreams, Big Prizes, and Willy Wonka Spur Roald Dahl’s Imaginormous Challenge. Publishers Weekly. Retrieved from: http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/childrens/childrens-industry-news/article/72786-big-dreams-big-prizes-and-willy-wonka-spur-roald-dahl-s-imaginormous-challenge.html?utm_source=Publishers+Weekly&utm_campaign=d5d25b680c-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2017_02_14&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_0bb2959cbb-d5d25b680c-306046369

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