With the preparations for Gabriella I’ve been finding my life collapsing down to essentially the home front, not that I was a globe trotting sophisticate but I had more activities outside the home and more hobbies, and this entropy is leaving me wanting for things to fill the supposed void. Writing is one of those things that I have been doing to keep busy–here, Candied Pop, and Thought Mechanics–but at times it feels a touch stifling and inflexible at times mostly because of the subject matter. I want a slightly more creative endeavor.

Maybe it is the time I have spent sunk into my fiction reading project, having not dipped my toe into the other areas of the Dewey Decimal System, leaves me eager to try my hand at storytelling. Innumerable false starts and mindless scribblings leaves me unsure of how to start even though the best advice I have received is to just write, it doesn’t matter whether it is the middle, end, or the beginning. Write until things start to coalesce and eventually merge into each other. Yet I hesitate, or is it that am I distracted? Either way I haven’t made any headway into the story itching at the back of my head.

This time around I think I might pull a page from my term paper playbook and sketch a basic outline of the story rather than keeping it bottled up in my head.  From there I can at least just go about writing parts and slap it onto the framework like it is some sort of giant paper mache project.  It’s funny to think I never used to be so task and goal orientated, especially when it came to creative endeavors, but here I am trying to manage this like it is a software app.  As long as I have fun, right?

Tags: Reflecting, Thinking, writing

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