You’re the author, you’re in charge, right? Uh … Not so much.
Yesterday, I sat down at my laptop. I knew exactly what I was going to write. Hotel room, two guys and a bed — yeah, you got it.
I get everyone naked, write in a toy or two and — Without even the courtesy of discussing it with me first, my characters totally change the scene. I’m typing, but they’re in charge. They’re taking the narrative to a place I’d never thought to go and it works. It more than works, it’s better than what I had planned for them.
My characters developed a mind of their own.
It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, what a rush!
I’m an amateur, but it seems to me that for a writer this is the zenith, the gold at the end of the rainbow — your creations writing their own story.
Of course, now I’ve got rewrites ahead of me because they’ve mucked things up a bit, but so totally worth it 🙂