Hypercompendia

Something’s still not right with The Hanging though it has been copied and renamed (to preserve the original after all that work!) to be reorganized into a thought of not the characters as much as the house that is the protagonist in the story.  Unfortunately, I still need to check Mark’s Eastgate site to insure that this idea has not already been produced in hypertext form.  I know, I know; a fresh approach would be just fine and I do see that, but I’m the type that doesn’t comprehend why any writer would really develop story based on another writer’s world (take heart, J.K.!) and look upon Originality as God (maybe influenced by the Garden and the whole Catholic original sin thing). 

At any rate, the concept still comes back to me–now that I’m performing hypertext maneuvers–about Alzheimers and its only benefit, that of suiting perfectly the Storyspace form.  Paths was like that, needing hypertext to tell it.  The idea of a single mind that lives in different times outside of reality intrigues me.  I’ve had the experience with my mother and it’s as fascinating as it is heartbreaking an affliction.  This whole idea goes well with my own frame of mind right now in exploring other genre.  For there is no dark blacker than the human mind caught up in mental illness.

What had temporarily stopped me (this time!) was a fellow student’s indication that she was planning a workshop story on Alzheimers and her experience with her grandmother’s unfortunate battle with the disease.  The very idea that someone else came up with the idea was like a barrier to me and it’s taken a few months to talk myself into believing that I wasn’t stealing the idea even though I hadn’t mentioned it before.  So there you go; Catholicism raises once again its demanding head.

So even as this post comes off as just one more "I’m gonna…" for every hypertext I’ve started there are at least ten straightlaced (ha!) stories sleeping on the hard drive of one or the other of five machines.  Bear with me; one is going to fly!