Which led me to wonder: will i ever have another idea? I'm so steeped in cedar falls right now, so wrapped up in this sprawling multi-generational story and this perfect sandbox for soap opera style free-play, that it feels like i don't have anything else in me. Novel month would have been an interesting challenge for me. Think I can do it? Should do it? have the time\energy to do it?
I dunno. it made me feel all panicky and tense when I thought too seriously about it, so I guess I'm not there yet.
I tried it out in my head today: "I wanna be a writer."
It was scary.
I don't know if I'll ever get around to saying it out loud.
So i'll continue to play.
And i have faith that yes, I will have other ideas. I get this way, all in-the-trenches with an idea while I'm on a roll. I believe I will have other stories inside me once i've told this one to my satisfaction.
And If i'm really super concerned I'll just do some more non-sequitor style writing prompts to keep me from falling into a rut.
in the past two days I've written some scenes that I just don't know if they can stay. as soon as something springs to life i feel like it is cannon, like it is part of the story, but i really don't think every single scene should be or even can be part of the story i am trying to tell.
We'll see.
I hate to think that they're a waste of time, so let's say they are starting points, or jumping off points for better stuff.
1 comment:
No more "I wanna be a writer." You ARE a writer!
oh and no writing is a waste of time, darling.
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