Whoa. Whoa. Let’s take a moment. That’s not the creation vs. evolution that I’m writing about here. It’s a much less dramatic and personal issue in this post. What I’m talking about is the creation of a story versus it’s evolution. Sorry for the obfuscation. No you see, just the other day I experienced this firsthand, maybe not for the first time, but surely, it was the clearest. I had an idea for a story. It was a pretty good story ( so says the creator) and I began working on it.
Let’s back track just a bit and maybe note some things about my writing process, if you will. See for me, I always, always have the end of a story in mind. Nine times out of 10 the first thing I think of is the end. Also important to me is a good title. It helps me envision the story as a whole, even without the beginning and middle. Maybe it has something to do with naming it. When we name something, it becomes real. It becomes real. There may be many writers who say pshaw to the importance of a great title, but there are countless others who favor this unwritten rule. So the end. Check. A good title. Check.
So creation. We are all creators. Artists, writers/authors. Whether we write poetry, short stories, epic’s, horror, fantasy or sci-fi and everything else in between, we create these worlds. We build them. We are the gods of our worlds. This is all left unsaid. But returning to my original topic, as I began creating this story that came from a simple idea, I began, of course, to create its world. Let’s call it Pierce. I’m trying not to sound redundant here, but I promise I do have a point. The world was empty. There was an echo. There was one man, speaking to himself. His goals were non-existent. He knew why he was there but that was it. So I went on some social networks and stepped away for a few hours. Then out of Nowhere*, something hit me. The story went from this sole person, speaking to himself to something far more interesting. Mind you, I did no editing. He was still there, alone but now he has a lot to do. But I wasn’t satisfied. So I continued to edit another ms that needed my attention. A day passed and I wanted to finish the Pierce story. I opened up the Word doc. and something yelled at me. I swear I think it was so loud my wife might have heard it. Organisms that I couldn’t see before were climbing out of the ocean of this world. They were always there but they evolved into a more interesting story. They began walking on land. Of course, I mean this metaphorically. The analogy is comparing the empty world of my story to the earth, of course. Soon, the world was full and rich and the story was complete.
From its initial creation the story evolved from an idea for a story to a story about this, then that. The core elements remained but it had evolved into a rich and engaging tale, I hope. It’s different from editing in that a full story is edited after it’s completion. The evolution of the idea was in my head. But then again…editing…is basically…when a story evolves, no? Mind blown. :}
I must note that my stance on creationism vs. evolution, in short is this-pro on both sides. That is to say, I believe in Creation as I believe that Christ came to Earth and took all the sin of the world on His back and through his side…and over his head. I believe His blood cleanses me. I believe He is the Alpha and the Omega, and the Author and Finisher of my faith. God is the Creator. I believe in Creation. But I must also say that I admit that God could have used and has every right and the means to use evolution in one form or ten. Can He not also enact evolution as He sees fit?
He IS God after all.