On the one hand, most of the stuff is paranormal, leaving me feeling like a nut. On the other hand, I invented this stuff. It came from my own searching within myself. Only after writing notes and recording using a dictaphone did i then hit the web for other people's ideas, leaving me feeling less like a nut and more like I've tuned into something other people share. An archetype, perhaps.
I didn't get much writing done during the day. It seems that night is my preferred time - when all the phantoms of the day quit their jabbering about cleaning the kitchen and paying the bills, then my imagination is free. I felt a little blocked during the day, and planned for an early night. I then did one of the exercises in the Creative Writing Coursebook, and it got me all fired up and I wrote a 300 word story. Thats all my assignments done already, leaving aside redrafting and editing.
I started a new notebook specifically for the exercises in the book. First one - write down five sounds you hear and all their associations. This was gold dust! Its an excercise to find your creative voice, and it worked so well I shot straight off from the sound of scratching to a full blown story. I never knew scratching could lead to scouring, digging, unearthing, voodoo and skeletons in the closet. I will definately be doing more of this - the associations seem to be where the marrow is, and I love finding them. My thesaurus is my favourite toy.
I'm going to repeat the excercise tomorrow. There's something meditative about listening; listening to the sounds of the world, to my own associations, to the stories that are already in me, in who I am.
The story itself, not so great. But that makes it great. Its honest, an illustration of where my skills lie. I really enjoyed that it was loose and flabby, because it means I can tighten and trim it. More fun!
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