“Silence is more musical than any song.”
— Christina Georgina Rossetti
Somewhere along the way on my writing journey, the music disappeared.
Did it get stolen?
It simply ceased to be.
Writing to silence is a beautiful thing. I hear everything, yet nothing at the same time.
Every story has a different process and this one is silence. I respect that now, after all this time. For so long I wanted to be the writer with the cool playlists, filled with inspirational songs and artists. But I realise now, it wasn’t to be.
This story is silence, like snow.
The world I explore is abandoned and cursed. The heroine, alone and lost.
There are secrets and blood.
A forgotten past.
Music disappeared from the story, because there is so much within the silence that can be heard.
Screams, tears and the missing links.
…I believe my muse has been trying to tell me this all along.
I am beginning to fall in love with my WIP once again. The second round of revision feels different, more precise and closer to almost there. I am ruthless with my cutting and rewrites – and feel empowered – because I am a different writer. One who will sacrifice anything to make sure the characters can be heard.
It isn’t easy to delete chapters or a beautiful character…but in the silence, I heard the final whispers of the story.
Have there been moments when the misty pieces began to reveal itself to you?
Love and light,