A Picture is Worth 90,000 words

From Notes to Novel

From Notes to Novel

Over this past weekend, I did something I said I’d never do again: begin writing a new fiction novel. Me and fiction make lousy bedfellows, what with his constant tossing and turning and bringing home new wenches (ideas…lol) every night. He always left me hanging, rarely finished anything he started and I was fed up.

But a few weeks ago, I woke up from a dream about rosemary. The plant, not the mom of the demon-possessed kid. I’m all about plants and planting, and it is spring, so I didn’t think much of it.

Until I woke with the same image in my head the next day. And the next. And…well, you get the idea. Something told me it was a trick from my muse to get me back into writing fiction again, but I wasn’t falling for it.

That is, until she gave me a name and a picture.

Flipping through a glossy magazine a few nights later with nothing fictional on my mind, a photograph literally jumped from the page and implanted itself in my brain. I knew this picture (I’d never seen it before) like the back of my hand. In this picture was my heroine and her story. The entire novel in a 4X6 black and white photo with an elephant lamp in the background.

I quickly passed the page but the image was caught in my head. I went about my usual business for a few weeks, thinking about rosemary and the picture every now and then but taking nothing seriously. But when I started hearing voices–accusations and conversations–in my head between these characters (see previous post, Plotting by Ear)), I knew I was toast. It was futile.

I was charged with the job of telling this story.

But in looking at this photo, ripped from the page of the magazine I’d saved on a whim, knowing I wouldn’t be able to escape, I am overwhelmed by the amount of story to be told. My other novels did not start with a photo. Instead, they were grains of sand wrapped slowly and securely with layers of shimmery, glistening pearl. Sure, there were images I found later that conveyed my internal, abstract storythoughts into the real world, but nothing like this picture.

The difference between my other stories and this one is that when I began those stories, I had but a word or two that blossomed into a story. This time, I have over 90,000 words to tell about this single picture that are in desperate need of shaping and narrowing into a single theme. It’s a little scary but I know my way around words. I think I can do this…

How do you write your stories? From a sentence up or a story down? Just curious. I may need some brains to pick on this journey….

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