September 13, 2004
Interesting... in the Chinese sense
Because I didn't feel like wrestling with "Ekphora" tonight, I went poking through my old writing files, looking at scraps of things I've started, ideas I've jotted down and never pursued, looking for a little inspiration, maybe. I didn't expect to find the opening scene of a novel staring me in the face.
What I found was a snippet I wrote earlier this year, a total departure from the spec fic-flavored stuff I usually come up with. I put it away because I didn't know what to do with it. It seems to meander too much for a short story, and besides that, I'm not entirely sure there's enough story for a short story, but maybe enough for a novel. (Does that make sense to anyone but me? It seems like short stories require more story than novels do--there's more room to roam in a novel, to stray from the point. Even enough room to avoid having much of a point at all--just ask Faulkner.)
I love the snippet. I adore the snippet. The characters, in just 300 words, reach up off the page and grab me by the collar. I just don't know what to do with them. And I'm a little afraid to just write them and see where they go, because of the structure problems I'm trying to resolve. Maybe I should give myself a word-count limit. Maybe 3,000 words. Or 5,000. Just see where they go, and then try to corral them into some sort of outline.
Hmm.Posted by Lisa at September 13, 2004 09:32 PM