because obviously, sleep is a fickle fancy

[aruan]

The statement that a story "just needs to be written now" baffles me. I say that about articles and research papers, when I've gathered all the lecture/book materials together into some semblance of order and only have to put it in my own words and snazz it up with some analysis. But creative writing just needing to be written? I'm honestly boggled by this notion that there's ever anything less than blood/sweat/tears to be shed in the course of getting it right. I mean, it's hard work on my part, and for some people the actual verbalizing of it seems almost incidental to the idea they began writing for. Like the actual words just need to flow from their fingers onto the page now, thank you, because there are other things to be done. Like they're all there, they just need to be put to paper. And that's just... I'm just curious as far as all that.

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[crazybutsound]

Oh, I'm fucking jealous of people who can do that (pardon my French). I mean, I understand the urge to sit down and write because the idea is there and you don't want to run the risk of losing it... but as for words flowing from pen to paper... ugh, never. So much, so much blood and tears.

If you ever find out how these people do it, please share? I could use the extra time...

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Firstly, I'm in the process of replying to your previous comment. You brought up reeeeeeally cool issues and I just haven't had a coherent thought in the past three days, but the response is trickling out.

Now, this issue. I get the writing urge, too, absolutely. And I've been in that zone where you barely even have to think about the story or what's next or what needs to happen because it just flows out of you. But this happens extremely rarely, and I read the LJs of other writers, several of whom have many works in progress and speak of them casually, like oh, yeah, working on this, hope to get x amount written tonight if work isn't too stressful or whatever. Like it's all there in their heads, just waiting for them to tap back into it. It makes me livid with jealousy, too.

Their secret *will* be ours. Because damn, that extra time of which you speak? Yeah. We'd like it here, too.