STORYSPACE: The Hanging – Growth
Growing tentacles, each one uncoiling out to reach its farthest point yet firmly anchored at a common point of brain and heart. Tiny suction cups ground the threads and offer a cohesive and adhesive yet extremely flexible hold on story.
It is strange for me to see the sprawl of story–on my own work anyway. It’s not that I have ever planned out narrative, traditional text or hypervised, but I do tend to keep things organized, in straight lines or balanced left side/right size in an unnatural sense of fairness. Odd though that this new freedom excites me.
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