When you first love someone, the passion is strong. It's huge. It's something you think about every day, every hour, every night. But then, as time goes on, the passion recedes into a holding position. It's still there, but you only bring it out now and then, when you're reminded how much you love a person.
Like, when DH leaves, I remember how much I love him. For sure. It's not that I love him more when he leaves, of course, it's just that I remember the passion. I feel the passion.
And so it is with writing. For me, particularly, with pseudonym. Just a few days ago, a friend emailed me, and I was talking about something I didn't like about Ms. P's career. Then, all of a sudden, something she said opened this floodgate of passion for what and why Ms. P writes.
I'd forgotten I loved it. Even though, every day when I sit down, I do love it. It's just so common an occurrence, I pretty much forget it exists.
But Ms. P has nowhere to grow. So I'm still intent on feeling the love somewhere else, too.
Because I realized: I can't really write unless I'm feeling the love. I can't GO with a story until I hit that sweet spot, find that passion, feel that overwhelming love that carries me away into the story.
I can piddle. I can research. I can brainstorm and plot a bit. I get little snatches of scenes. But until I feel the love, it just. ain't happening.
I woke up this morning, and suddenly, I'm feeling the love.
Knock on wood.
What about you? Are you like that? When do you fall in love with your story? First? Halfway? After the first draft is done? Or do you feel the love for your readers? Or whatever drives you?
Actually, what drives you? What fuels your writing? Is it love, passion, or ambition? Is it that inner insistence on finding a creative outlet? Or what? And when does it kick in and make the story flow?