unfold, spill, and repeat

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

~Sylvia Plath


This morning I decided to work on my novel.  Moments before the draft opened up on my computer, I wondered whether my characters would be strangers to me.  Indeed, for a while, they were strangers.  But as I glanced upon the last page of my draft, I realized they were still there.  The words that I had previously strung together began to unfold.  All the idiosyncrasies, little habits, facial expressions, the whole lot began to spill back into my memory.

And I began to string more words together.  When I completed a scene, I stared back, almost in disbelief that I had finished.  But I smiled as if I didn’t just spent nearly a month away from the story.




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