As an author, there are moments I live for. But it’s so hard to get to them. There’s the writer’s block that is so hard to get through, that you just give up and write maybe a sentence a day just so you can say you wrote.
There’s dealing with real life and having it suck you dry of all creativity.
The moment when you realize that everything you just wrote makes no sense to the story and you have to get rid of the last two hours of work.
Or when the computer eats the last 10,000 words of your novel.
But then there are the moments that make it all worthwhile, when suddenly something clicks, and blocks fade, and you surprise even yourself with the writing that you find on the page before you. When characters become more than characters and become people, when they write their own dialogue and you’re just there as they dictate it to you. When you realize that all along, the characters knew more than you knew, and they were just waiting for the right moment to tell you.
I had one of those moments tonight. It’s from chapter 8 of Lover’s Requiem. And I would like to share it with you all as a sneak peak.
“Touching,” Diu called out from across the parking lot turned battlefield. “If hell is what you want, hell is what you’ll get, Koios.” He began to walk towards them, his court stopping what little fighting remained once the two lovers had rejoined. “Why do you insist on fighting me? You’re smart. I wouldn’t have turned you had that not been the case. You know as well as I do that you can’t possibly win this fight.”
“It’s not about winning,” came Anahita’s response. Rising with the help of her sword as a cane, she moved to stand beside Koios. “It was never about winning a fight against you, Diu.”
“Oh? What was it then, angel? To try to redeem me?” Diu let out a laugh that sounded harsh against the quiet midnight air around them. “And if I repent now, will all be forgiven?” His smile was cruel, though the tone was deadly serious. “What of my Court? Will they be forgiven of their sins as well if I say they are? We are vampires, angel. We do not care of forgiveness and the hereafter. The here and now is our domain, making the world ripe and ready for change so it does not stagnate and falter. Were it not for us, humanity would remain in the dark ages, content to spend their lives farming. Instead, they were forced to find ways to light the night, to build more impressive buildings to keep us away so they might live. We are what they want to be. Immortal, forever.”
It’s moments like that that I live for as an author. And they make all the pain, worry, and frustration worth it.