Sunday, September 3, 2017

"Sometimes We Need to Go Back to Move Forward."

If you know, you know.

The quote in the title is mine. As I said in an earlier post, I'd been abandoned by my oldest and closest friend, writing. It's sucked. I haven't felt whole in weeks. I'd tried reading a bunch, but it wasn't making things click again for me. I entered my novella in a contest hoping the deadline to turn it into a novel would push-start my engine. Nothing came.

This morning I heeded my own words and dug out an unpublished novel, a play and a series of poems. 

"Now, this guy could write."

Victory. I've been firing away at the novella-to-novel conversion and cleaning up a short story for hours now.

I'm back.

To celebrate here's a nice bit of writing I read recently:


  1. Did we ever find a more or less recent draft? I'd love to see it revisited, now more than 20 years since you started it.

    1. Nothing digital. I found an old printed proofing copy that I might scan into OCR at some point as well as a play/screenplay draft that's actually pretty good that I don't even recall having written. I still have every old HD I've ever used and may be able to pull some things off of those as well.

    2. Cool. Yeah, we left things, at least in the last digital version I read, with a bit of a hasty (in hindsight) tying up of loose ends... now, 15 years later, seems like things weren't so simple. Now, on the other hand, I feel like there's a coda for the book which, while it leaves a lot unresolved, puts the protagonist in a position where they can look back and reflect and have real gratitude: which is weird for me to type considering who the protagonist is, and having seen some of the ugly and a lot of the truly remarkably good things that he's been through that never made it to the page.

  2. I shall endeavour to look for a reasonably recent (as in more than 15 years old but not older than 18) draft, which I am almost positive exists somewhere in the ether despite hand drive failures, web site migrations, and laptops left on curbs. As much as I loved Document in 2004, I always felt it was missing a few chapters. Those chapters have been written, now you just have to type them out to get them from your pretty-pretty brain to the page.