Work remains quiet, as does life. Our good friends moved away. Rain is putting a damper on our yard and garden work. The walk today was cold and wet, drenching my rain coat, not at all the sort of May weather we're normally experience. Read that down in Australia, they were experiencing the coldest day of the year as winter closes in on them and provided photos of snow covered streets. Brrr.
Today would be a lovely day to hang in bed, reading a book. I'm reading a good one now, "Citizens of London". But I'm out here, doing my work thing, my walking thing, my writing thing. Feeling sort of lost without the novel propelling my day and direction. On to other things but what are the projects?
I've demonstrated a propensity for finishing a story and shooting it out without critically editing it. If I felt something was wrong, I whitewashed it in my head, convincing myself that the story and idea were brillant even with flaws.
They apparently were not.
Usually it was shot to just one place. If published, great. If rejected, into the pile, for more review later. There are stacks of those printed out and more in orderly electronic folders. There are also previously finished novels that I promised to revisit, edit and revise.
But ideas are rising, stiumlating me, plaguing me with choices. Write something new, go back and continue ferreting through the files to work on old stories.
Nancy Kress once said, don't ever throw any story away. She tells how she failed to come up with new ideas so she took to her file cabinet of rejects, discovered a few that had potential, saw the problems, fixed them and published them.
Another favorite 'thrown away story' anecdote comes from Stephen King's way. He began "Carrie" and decided it was trash. Crumpling it up, he tossed it into the can.
His wife retreived it, smoothed it out, read it, and urged him to continue. She had a feeling about it.
Turned out she was right. No matter what you think of "Carrie", it started King's success.
I think I'll adopt Kress' anecdote as my guide. Write now, while new ideas are striking. Use retreads when the idea horizon is empty. I like that, mostly because I'm rationalizing a way for me to give myself permission to write whatever the hell I want to write. Yes, that sounds nice.
Talking with a barrista yesterday, she told me that she was feeling a strange sort of quiet, as though she's waiting for something to happen. Yes, I identified with that. Is it just a lack of stimulus? I didn't ask her that but that's what I wondered. She said that she traced it back to the other night's eclipse. I hadn't made that connection myself. Don't know if it's there or not.
A subtle current is alive, flowing through my senses and awareness. Anticipation, anxiety, fear, worry, exitement?
Maybe all of the above.
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