HPY asked me in her comment the other day, if I knew how a story is going to end, when I start to write. I answered her that most of the times, the characters of the story begin to live their own life and I have very little power over them. They just won’t bend to my demands, ideas and plans. They are very stubborn, more stubborn than me and that’s a lot, I can assure you.
I’m a fast writer. That’s funny, because I use only two fingers to type. My typing-speed is due to neither these fingers nor my thoughts that run pretty wild.
I used to think so and I was very pleased with my writing skills.
Now I know better. I have to thank the characters in my stories for my speed. They take the lead and rush me to the end. All I have to do is to write as fast as possible to see how the story ends.
Sometimes it’s spooky.
Because I have almost no control over my stories, I’m usually surprised when I read my stories after some time(I don’t do this very often –old texts bore me and my head is already filled with new words). I just can’t remember ever writing this particular story! It’s new for me and I have to read it all the way to see how it ends. I can’t remember!
Occasionally I’m pleased over some clever turns in the plot and how the ends of the ropes in the story are knot successfully, but I can’t thank myself at all. Somebody else writes these stories. My characters.