The Story In My Head

There’s a recent TV commercial that shows people listening to audiobooks, and as they listen, the story comes to life around them. A woman on the beach listens to a science fiction story and her surroundings alter into an inter-planetary landscape. A young man caught up in a historical novel looks up to see his breakfast table peopled with characters in eighteenth-century garb. It’s a great commercial, and reminds me vividly of how the stories I’m writing take over my life. Or at least, they used to.

For years, I carried the world of whatever book I was working on around in my head. While I did laundry or the dishes, I would find myself transported to a longhouse in ninth century Norway or a castle in eleventh century Wales. As I checked out books for patrons in my job at the library, the young mother with toddlers would transform into my heroine in a medieval gown. Fetching music CD’s for a young man in a t-shirt and cargo shorts, I envisioned my hero in chain mail and tattered surcote.

I would think about my story before going to sleep at night, when I woke up in the morning and those times during the day when routine tasks allowed my mind to wander. My body might be functioning in the everyday world, but my mind was elsewhere, consumed by the struggles and passions of my characters.

Much of my writing time was in the morning before work. Often in the middle of a scene, I would realize I had to quit or I would be late. I would get up from my computer in a trance-like state, grab my coat, drive to work, greet my coworkers and take my place at the circulation desk. Then, and only then, would I leave my story completely behind and re-enter the reality of my life.

For so long, having a story alive in my head was a constant. Then, a few years ago, it left me. I no longer walked around seeing historical landscapes or struggled with my characters’ dilemmas during the work day. Unless I was at the computer and actively writing fiction, I seldom thought about my books. Writing and my stories became a separate part of my life.

The change may have come about because I was so discouraged about my career. So many editors and agents had failed to engage with my characters and come to love them, it started to feel like they were real only to me. I decided I was writing mainly for myself. As a result, my stories became less compelling and consuming. My characters lost their flesh and blood power and grew transparent and frail and fictional.

Another reason for the change might be that my head became filled with other creative urges. My mind’s-eye saw plans for my garden, or remodeling ideas for my house. I imagined scenery from the trips I was planning, rather than the landscapes of the stories I was writing. Now that I had the time and money to indulge my longing for beauty and adventure in the real world, I started to rely it, rather on the world in my head, which had been my companion since childhood.

Taking a year off from writing fiction to indie-publish several books didn’t help either. I spend my creative energy thinking up cover images and blurbs, rather than planning novels. When I finally got back to writing fiction, it was much more difficult. The books didn’t follow me around, demanding my attention. I could shut them away, limiting the power of my stories to affect me to the small amount of time I was actually writing. Because I wasn’t spending as much time with them, solving my characters’ problems took a lot longer. I should have been able to write faster, since I was more experienced and had more free time to write, but it was taking longer and longer for me to finish a book.

But something happened over this past year. I once again started to feel that real life wasn’t enough. My garden lies dormant half the year. The time between trips stretches into months. There are no compelling home improvement projects to obsess over. What’s a girl to do? Well, write, of course. And not just write, but let the story take over my life.

It’s there waiting for me when I wake up. Niggling in my consciousness during the day. Blooming into life as I try to fall asleep. The story in my head is back. I’m so glad.

Mary Gillgannon
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Mary Gillgannon writes romance novels set in the dark ages, medieval and English Regency time periods and fantasy and historical novels with Celtic influences. Her books have been published in Russia, China, the Netherlands and Germany. Raised in the Midwest, she now lives in Wyoming and works at public library.

She is married and has two grown children. When not working or writing she enjoys gardening, traveling and reading, of course! More about Mary on her website.

16 thoughts on “The Story In My Head

  1. I’m so happy for you, Mary! Your stories are beautiful. Savor your awesome creativity. Write some more, and one tip: when driving, stay in the present. 🙂 –Janet, speaking from experience, hahaha

    • Actually, it happens a lot when I’m driving, but so far it hasn’t distracted me enough to cause problems. But you have a good point!

  2. Beautiful post, Mary! When the story “blooms” within me, I find myself walking around in a trance, too–only half doing anything or listening to someone. Thanks so much for sharing. Have a wonderful weekend. 🙂

  3. Sometimes life intervenes and I lose my “What if” moment so I can relate to your struggles. I’m glad you’ve got your groove back 🙂

  4. Fascinating piece, Mary. When I was growing up, I always put myself in some action from a beloved book or tv series. Now I have my own characters in my head–but I can’t remember a time when there was no one, except perhaps when my daughter was a baby!

  5. This post couldn’t have come at a better time for me, but that’s a long story. I just want to say – I’m glad you’re back. I hope to get back in the groove myself, soon.

  6. Mary, I’m sorry to be late to comment on this. I’m playing catch up. But your beautifully written post had me whispering me too thorough so much of your experience. I’ve never lost my muse and hope I never do. She takes me to distant shores when life’s pressures explodes and I’m so thankful for that release. So glad you found your way back! Casi

  7. Happy for you and pleased you are once again being transported to different worlds. It’s easy to become discouraged when sales are low, or reviews don’t pile up, but a true creative spirit will always find an outlet, which I’m thinking you did with your garden and trips. I hope you continue to enjoy your inner life – finding ways to share it with others is the perk!

    • Tough business, yes. But we’ve got the secret weapon in that we love writing and creating in itself makes us happy.

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