Hypercompendia

It’s likely obvious that I haven’t really moved much on this project.  Honest, I’m usually much faster than a writing space a day.

What I think is the major holdup here is the story itself.  The topic of a baby boomer generation and what the hell we’re going to do about it is of some importance and concern not just to me but as we enter into this era.  I’ve got loads of ideas on it and possibilities for story.  The problem, I think, is that I don’t feel how I’m going to handle it.  In other words, it’s something I want to write a fictional tale about, but it might be too serious a matter for me to take on in the particular mood I’m in, which is ‘Good’ to ‘Excellent’ (a rare thing after the last four years). 

I’ve also considered taking the humorous edge on this:

Devin was pissed.  He’d bet on the old lady making it curb to curb and now he’d lost $75 that he needed to take Deena out anyplace decent that night.  "Shit," he said, and he handed the bills over to Lee Venom with one more disgusted glance over at the cheery red-coated body lying in the gutter.

Hmm.  That might be better.  That’s more the mood.  But then it feels too Clockwork Orange-y.  So unless I can get moving on this or a sexier side is brought out by some tunes here like Waylon’s smooth as an oiled piston voice drilling deep down into earth, I may come up with something totally different today.

The great thing about writing in the Storyspace environment though is that all the facts and data and ideas can be inserted into the map and even though the creative force isn’t helping any, the basic plots are down there.  Try doing that on paper or in Word without complete loss of organization and inspiration.  In Storyspace, I’m already building a skeleton of story that whether I continue now or step away and come back on another day, just needs the muscle (theme), blood (imagery), and flesh (narrative) added.