I am recovering from an intense period of brainstorming that was very beneficial to the evolution of my writing. But I am back, to actively telling a story.
I finally understand the text I am writing, as the synthesis of all the possibilities I wined and dined in my mind. Is it fiction? Check. Is it memoir? Fuzzy check.
At one point, I thought I was exploring a new space called Fantasy Memoir. I don’t know if there is such a thing. There probably is, because when I think I have a good idea, if I look hard enough I will find others preceded me in that particular line of imagination.
But, I have also explored different options to speak my thoughts as non-fiction. That, though, would require something different than what my spirit wants to say. My spirit wants a Meta-Myth.
I have found that my spirit, when I judge that it is grounded in appropriate aspirations, typically identifies fruitful avenues. And, my spirit is telling me to write a myth about myth.
This evening, I once again sat down to work on my manuscript. And, I wrote a bunch of stuff that doesn’t belong in that piece. But, it belongs in the story. So, I have within my Scrivener project, folders for what different characters might say. And, I am further breaking it down by having individual pages of possible statements and thoughts for each main character at the beginning of the story, the middle, and the end.
My writing style is haphazard, in the sense that I follow inspiration where it takes me. To hell with the narrative, when great ideas come for individual moments. So, I write them where I am, which is my draft. And then, I have to pull them back out. I just read what I wrote this evening. It’s all great. But, none of it seems to go together.
Tomorrow, I will re-organize today’s writing, as a warm-up activity, after my journaling, but before my story-telling. I approach my writing as a potter explores hand-built pieces. I am developing a narrative for all of the individual inspirations, that provide context for a truth I seek to convey.