Whoa back.

I've been run away with before. My last horse ran away with me, one time, when she got stung by a bee. My current horse runs away with me frequently, when she astutely spies various deathly hazards, like buckets, blue tarps, or suspicious branches on the ground. It's not that scary - getting run away with is not half as scary as being thrown, or reared up with.

Such it is, I'm finding, in writing, too.

I've never been run away with by a story before. I've been bucked off a story before, and I've had a story rear up on me and try to go over on me. And, unlike in horses, I don't feel like I have to train that crap out of them, so I just leave them alone and move along.

But this running away . . . this is fun. Of course the story's going to monstrous and editing it is going to be dreadful, but who the hell cares? Editing is what comes after writing. And the writing is the best part.

Of course let's not talk about what this is doing to my school schedule and plans (horrible things). Let's focus on the part I actually am enjoying.

I realized today that a year from now, I won't have school anymore, should all things go to plan. I'll have a job (PLEASE HEAR MY CRIES, O MIGHTY ECONOMY), sure, and . . . that's it. I'll have time to write and to ride, and to do stuff that I want to do.

I want to move to South Carolina. I want to move to South Carolina and I want to have my horse and I want to write until my damn fingers grind off and bleed. I have a story, and now I have a world and characters that live there and the world's not perfect and the characters are still clumsy and sketched out and the plot's all wobbly, but it's running and it's moving and I'm going to love it. Violently. And then I'm going to edit it (violently) and mark off the lines in black felt-tipped pen and fill the white spaces in with bright colors and teach the characters some damn etiquette. But I want the story to keep running, just as fast.

I want to let it run away with me, but I want it to have power steering. And I want it to have brakes.

I want a story, and I want it to be a Veyron.