Waiting For A Moment (Part 12 – Lost To The Void)

There comes a point in every writer’s life when the mental chatter of their main character just stops.

Perhaps the story has been written into a rut, or something has been said that was better left alone.

Perhaps a character is faced with options, each one so compelling that it splits them into quarters.

Perhaps goals are achieved and ambitions are satiated, but still there is something deep and unplaceable that is missing.

But writers cannot afford to solely rely on rare bouts of motivation, although they desperately spend their time waiting for such a moment if they can. Their characters need an outlet to speak, and they will get their words out one way or another, even if it is through unconventional literature-related means.

In Buck’s mind, the voice telling him what to do, the same voice that has always been telling him where to go or who to be, left. In the raging turmoil of his thoughts, the voice escapes him, silent, vacant.

What used to be an incessant stream of judgements ceases to be and leaves Buck craving for a lifeline.

Whether this voice left because he is now in the body of a squirrel or because the weight of his world is simply too much for him to handle at the moment, one clear cause is not immediately apparent.

All Buck can sense is that he is no longer the protagonist of his own story. There are too many cats and Elizabeths to keep track of running amok. He is not sure which ones are even his anymore, if any.

He will have to rectify this. As a fearsome pirate, as a giant chicken, or even as a squirrel. No matter his form, he will regain control of his narrative one way or another, just as he has always done in his life.

Now, let us see what his life actually has in store for him.


I would like to use this post to be candid and state that I am typically a pantser when it comes to my writing process with creative stories, especially this one. This means that I write on the fly, improvising the plot, the characters and so forth, just as we all navigate life portraying ourselves a certain way even if we may not really have a clue as to what we are doing. I find it makes the writing more authentic. However, this means that anything and everything, most notably the state of the world as it affects my mental state, may influence my writing. I could edit it out a later time, and perhaps I will, but I am experimenting with writing my Pirate Chicken story in this way to completion first before I go back and thoroughly edit every fine detail until my version of perfection has been attained.

If you are a writer, I am curious to know if you are a pantser like me, or perhaps you are a methodical plotter who plans everything in advance. Maybe you are the best of both worlds and happen to be a plantser. No matter which category you fall into, I would love to hear from you. Feel free to comment 🙂

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