Saturday, October 24, 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Clutter on my desk.
Time to return to the pencil.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
The major project has been sitting for the last few months, waiting. Lamenting. It needed an ending, a conflict, an unexpected cliffhanger. A sudden revelation to neatly tie off the principle of the book.
Two weeks ago I found that ending, that startling revelation. It began when I
Larson showed me how the neat bow, the conclusion to wrap up the story was missing. That one element which would make the memoir memorable, was absent. I had known it now for almost a year, and still could not come up with any appropriate ending. I was given a possible conclusion by one of my daughters when she announced her intention to wed, but I did not have an "ending". As much as I had written, without the ending, it would be, as Larson wrote, a memoir which was inauthentic.
And from another daughter, the ending arrived about two weeks ago.
The rewrite is on. The ending has compelled me to go back into the draft, and begin working more of the elements of the ending, into the backstory. And with the ending, comes the opportunity to finish out this "monster" which has haunted me.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
"Writing a novel is actually searching for victims. As I write I keep looking for casualties." - John Irving.
"I've found, in my own writing, that a little hatred, keenly directed, is a useful thing." - Alice Walker.
"It's all right Chickybabe, I understand." - A father.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Writing through the muddle - part 2
Not all associates may be who they have always appeared to be.
Not all opportunities arrive as scheduled.
Not all writing assignments demand the same urgency.
Not all conversations result in the same contract.
Not all contracts need to be accepted.