Sitting here on the couch in a lump under a blanket held down by a laptop is not where I wanna be right now, yet it would be if there was some creative activity clicking its way across the monitor screen.
Been trying for a long time to shake off the blues that paralyze, inhibit, sometimes prohibit the start and at all times the end of a project.
Caught between learning the new, refining the old. Why bring in the clowns and balloons if the pavement’s still sticky with tar?
In other words, as much as I want to put the time into practicing audio and visual enhancements for story, for playing around in both environment and character, I’m still stretching my way across the panorama of text…simple text.
Truth is, I’m more comfortable with the alphabet and the unending ways to move 26 letters around and yet there’s something beyond that–without even entering new vistas of sight and sound.
Standing on the brink of the contemporary story. A new way with words. Need to get that down right first before I move on.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I often think someone should come up with a balanced mix of words in a bag for this kind of paralysis. So that we could just shake up the bag, dump them out, and blindly form them into a totally new way with words. Maybe something like a scrabble board that has marked spaces where a noun is appropriate, a verb, an adjective or adverb. Just to form that ‘panorama’ as you call it for the simple text.
Roberta, some of the new stories I’ve read lately appear to have done just that–though I can’t honestly say that I’m taken with the method…likely because I feel I don’t quite understand it yet.