I have a confession to make. Every night I wake up to the sound of my keyboard tapping away. The story I have been trying to tell is writing itself, and I have no way of stopping it. I write the drafts, it edits and rewrites.
I wrote this story, a dedication to my mother. But it seems the characters are more in control than I am. So every night, while I sleep, they come to life, edit themselves, write better dialogues and give themselves better back-stories. At first I thought it was one of those things that happen to writers. When you phase out and let the story take lead. You just type, write, whatever feels natural, and then when you are done, you read it all back and think “wow, this was not what I planned for this story.”
I was wrong.
I woke up this one night, going to get some drinking water. I had been sweating. And there my laptop was, on, working, tapping away.
Of course I tried to shut it down, but you know machines these days, they have a mind of their own.
So now I must confess to you dear reader, that story you read and liked… I didn’t write it, I only just posted it and claimed credit.
I confess now because it is happening again, and I am scared
Okay Google, call an exorcist