It was always there

The idea.

The plot.

The characters.

They have always been there and maybe I was just to blind to see it. Today I'm starting to try and write the story that has been there for almost 2 years.

Unknown

the words come. They in bits and pieces. Like a puzzle where you can't see the finished product but piece by piece you start putting together this million piece puzzle and when you think you know where everything is going it ends up you find another piece of the puzzle and you get thrown off track because its not what you expected and not in the area you had been building. You can't place it, you have no idea and you have to cope with it because, that's your story. That mess that doesn't make sense but one day, one day it will. Hopefully.

never stop

You can't write a book until you love writing so much you never want to stop. And you become so obsessed with the story it's all you think about. There is no point trying if it can't come easily.