What can I say? I’ve been missing from my site. The pen is moving faster than the brain, which is what I want really. This is how I beach-comb for bottles. I write nothing until something, out of nowhere, appears. My excuse for my static pen is the many pages of nothing cluttering the flow of story. (Funny side note: Just now I missed the space between “pen” and “is” and gave myself a giggle.) It is this kind of thought process that leads to the creative work in my art and the problem I face everyday of my life; organization. Whether I am planning a party, cleaning my closet or organizing a blog, I tend to lack an element of clarity, the kind someone else could follow. You with me?
I write for myself. The process of writing and the fiction it produces surprises me, teaching me a bit more about life. Thus I am the first reader of every word I write. I look for new connection between the elements in the world I can’t understand. Fast sloppy, pens write the necessary nothings, yet they pile in mounds of clutter and hide insites. A reader, including myself needs to navigate through these artistic jungles. This is where I have been stuck. What use to be two blogs, a serialized story and a notebook is now one big mess.
Paralyzed, I started asking questions such as, what am I doing with this blog and more importantly why bother? Answers cut through the darkness of doubt and this is what came up with: I would like to a place to develop characters, while I sharpen my writing skill and connect with a world- wide web of writers Once I found my answers, the notes and bottles of my blog made sense to me. It may take me a week or two to complete my reorganization, but so far it’s looking good.