I generally work on a few projects at the same time. Just how my brain works. At times I focus on one, usually when in the polishing stage, but up until then, I juggle projects and multi-task. I figure that as long as I’m writing, I should write! If that makes sense to anyone other than fellow crafters.
A few weeks ago, I decided to start on a novel entitled Black Adagio. While the original idea for it came about a couple of years ago, it recently began kicking around in my brain like a race horse in a stall. I didn’t mind. It was all about priorities as to what I started next. And actually, I was enamored with the central idea of the novel since it revolves around the world of ballet. That’s a topic that’s near and dear to my heart, and a pretty scary place all by itself. Without much forethought, I started Black Adagio on September 1. I had forgotten that the novel itself begins … on that exact date.
I was like, okay. It’s curious, but nothing more. For me, it meant I was writing in the moment. In the same timeframe. No more attention paid to the concidence, I just plugged away at it. I didn’t have a plan of what needed to be done on what date, I just started cranking it out within the confines of my other projects. Currently, I’m editing a book that I unfortunately published in an unfinished form, working on my second in the Addune series, and now writing, Black Adagio. I was in a heavy editing mode over the weekend with book two of Addune. When Monday arrived, I felt an overwhelming urge to do a little work on Black Adagio. I had some things to do at home. It took all in the morning and into the afternoon to finish. Housekeeping out of the way, I had one last task to finish before starting to write, and that was to buy a certain herb so I could make a special tea. Decided to call an herb shop to make sure it was in stock. No sense wasting a trip downtown. I telephoned around 4 PM. Since they don’t close until 7 PM, I’d have plenty of time to travel down there. I spoke to a nice girl who assured me that they did have my herb. I was about to end the conversation and hop a subway, when the girl said to allot enough time since things were already pretty crazy outside. I asked why and she said because of the parade. I was like, parade? What parade? The only time NYC allows parades are for holidays. Then it hit me. She was talking about the Halloween parade that takes place in the Village every year!
I thanked her for reminding me. I wanted to avoid being swept up in the current of that very manic, very fun crowd. I realized that the hectic weekend had knocked all sense of time out of me. Don’t even ask about the number of disasters that occurred in the spate of two days, but suffice to say I was lucky to have made it through relatively unscathed. I thanked her for the warning, and said I would see her mañana. I walked to my computer, about to start on Black Adagio. I was set to start where I left off, when a thought occurred to me. The next thing I would be writing were events occurring on …. Halloween. It meant that I would be writing about Halloween … on Halloween. Further, the chapter centered around a bunch of kids telling ghost stories in the woods. One tale told is about the Angel of Death It is said that the Angel of Death arises at midnight on Halloween. He calls dead souls out of their graves so he can lead them in a dance. Anyone want to guess what time I came to that part of the story? That would be right … I got to it at midnight!
I tell you, I love when things like that happen. Couldn’t have planned it any better. My senses were heightened, steeped in atmosphere. All because the high, holy spooky day lent its creepiness to what I penned … or typed. Do they still say penned? I do, but only because I prefer ‘penned’ referring to writing and not the practice imposed on our four-legged friends. Free the animals and all that good stuff.
I suppose that topic is better left for another blog on another day. I only wanted to pass along my experience. It’s a testament to such things as parallel universes, synchronicitiy and an intelligence existing. They all work toward consolidating random actions into a logical order. I wonder how many of you craftsmen out there have had similar experiences. Would love to hear them if you have time to jot them down.
That’s all for now. Hope your Halloween was as worthwhile … and just as fun as mine. Maybe I’ll make it a tradition to pen a ghostly tale each Halloween. It seems a tall order, but honoring the mother of all spookiness in this way may just prime the pump, and keep those stories flowing.
Oh, and a belated, “Boo!”