Disquiet...

According to Dictionary.com the noun usage means: lack of calm, peace, or ease; anxiety; uneasiness. I am feeling disquiet now. I’ve been feeling it for a couple of weeks.

In my experience, this feeling indicates one of three things; either over-analysis of something in the past, a certainty that change is in the wind or finally, that a story is about to spring forth.  Since my life is pretty simple at present, I’m certain this time that it is the coming of a tale, or more than one this time, I think.

Besides the uneasiness, I’ve had characters knocking about in my head, laying lines of dialog on me, clarifying their personas and introducing new characters to me as if they were standing outside the front door all the time, waiting to be invited inside. There’s been a cocktail party of epic proportions going on up there. Unfortunately, the cigarette smoke is getting to me. I think the core group of characters are about to kick-out the hangers-on and get down to business with me. In fact, I’m fairly certain the disquiet will lift in the morning, when I’ve vowed to sit down in front of my laptop, not log onto any social media sites, not read any email and start to pound the keys.

I love that word – disquiet. It is so completely descriptive of what I feel at times like this. I especially love it when the condition leaves me and I’m taken over by stillness of the mind. Tomorrow, when I’ve dumped all this cacophony onto virtual paper, the silence will surround me and I can give the characters what they want; a fleshing out, a disquiet of their own, which eventually will be resolved.