- decided and believed that I'd write non stop between 10am and 12noon and in those 2 hours finish the story I'm working on for the Guardian competition
- wrote very little between 10am and 12noon.
- decided at 12noon that even though I only had today to really make progress with that short story, I was just far too tired and would have to lay on the sofa and watch Brothers and Sisters
- got a second wind at 12.01 and changed my mind right back to: I WILL WRITE THIS STORY TODAY! In fact, I decided, I'd finish it by 2pm then reward that intense productivity with an afternoon with the latest issue of Mslexia (which arrived yesterday and I'm desperate to read it)
- sat at a different side of my desk
- unplugged the internet
- plugged the internet back in and went on youtube to find this song by Simon and Grafunkel
- played it loudly, thinking of this scene in Garden State where it rains A LOT on Zach Braff while that song is playing
- noticed about half way through the song (as I stared outside my window, not writing) that it was starting to rain. Then it was raining A LOT.
- felt a bit weirded out (Zach - was it you?)
- and then ran into the living room with my camera to hang out of the window trying to take photos of rain (see above)
- found one of those jumping spiders on my window ledge
- poked it back outside with a long ruler
- looked on the Guardian website and noticed the judges are looking for stories which are:
- wrote a bit
- read a bit
- kept looking at that piece of paper
- wrote a bit
- saw 2pm come and go
- but kept on writing, slowly
- pretty slowly
- until 15 minutes ago - I finished the first draft at 6pm.
It's a weird one, I think that's one of the reasons I've had to push it out. It's told entirely in dialogue between two characters. I didn't quite intend for that to happen, and I'm not sure it's even a story - one of the biggest doubts I have when I write a story - is it actually a story?
It might just be a conversation.
How do you know when you've written a story? I mean - is it as simple as beginning, middle, end, but not necessarily in that order?
Or is there something else, an ingredient that transforms a scene into a story?