{"id":402,"date":"2007-11-15T10:16:32","date_gmt":"2007-11-15T17:16:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/?p=402"},"modified":"2007-11-15T10:16:32","modified_gmt":"2007-11-15T17:16:32","slug":"storyspace-projects-waffling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/2007\/11\/storyspace-projects-waffling\/","title":{"rendered":"STORYSPACE & PROJECTS: Waffling"},"content":{"rendered":"

I<\/span>’m done.  No, I’m not.  I’m done.  No, I’m not.  I’ve never been so unsure.  <\/p>\n

Going through the architecture of this piece, brick by brick, I find a question, a gap in the mortar so to speak:  Who is Andrew?  Why’d Anne marry him–if, in fact, she did? Why back to Boston?  Why not hang out with the seagulls and collect shells on the beach for a while?  Why not make peach wine?<\/p>\n

So a thread and a loop.  And another piece of the story fits together.  Even as I study the map view of the narrative, I try to relate to the title boxes.  Here’s where I might have been more astute in matching the ideas of the stories through the title of each Writing Space.  Planning for the reader instead of suiting my own thoughts as a writer (I’ll kneel before Barthes tonight to make restitution).<\/p>\n

The titles I’d placed were to jog my mind as to where they played in whose story.  They were my own little made-up ‘spark’ words to be easily recognizable…by me.  In the frameshop, I do this regularly.  Forget what Matisse or Dali named his piece, they’re something else entirely to me.  And God help me if ever the proud grandmother reads upside-down on my workbook "ugly child with monkey or younger brother."<\/p>\n

But it’s really too late (no it isn’t, I’m just lazy) to change titles now because while the main links are automatically corrected, I don’t think the text links and the guard fields are and that’d be a holy mess to unravel.  In Map View anyway; it’d likely be an easier task in Outline or Chart.  Gotta decide if the whole piece is worth it or if it’s time to move on soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I<\/span>’m done.  No, I’m not.  I’m done.  No, I’m not.  I’ve never been so unsure.  Going through the architecture of this piece, brick by brick, I find a question, a gap in the mortar so to speak:  Who is Andrew?  Why’d Anne marry him–if, in fact, she did? Why back to Boston?  Why not hang […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-402","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-projects","category-storyspace"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=402"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=402"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=402"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=402"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}