Am I the only that has a problem with listening to the voice that gives you the best lines, but you never listen because it’s in the middle of the night? Or because it’s floating somewhere between consciousness and a lack thereof?
What is it about this state that produces some of the best lines? Why is the wee hours of morning conductive to good writing?
I have these questions, and no answers.
These questions irk me. This morning I had a fantastic line in my mind, and I repeated it to myself at least a dozen times, and now, I’ve got nothing.
It’s so frustrating. Great lines are what makes a book. It’s the natural flow of the characters speaking, it’s the dark giving way to light, it’s the dark humor fighting against the forces the seek to drown the protagonist in a sea of anxiety and depression.
Of course, the whole point of a first draft is to get it down on paper. I don’t know this for a fact, but great lines might come from editing, rewriting, etc.
Or at least I hope so. Otherwise, I’m gonna have many sleepless nights.
Well, what about it? Do any of you writers have trouble holding onto lines? Do they strike at inopportune times? Or do you get up and write them down? Let me know in the comment section. I look forward to hearing from you.