“The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.” – André Gide
I’m not sure whether I should tell you that I have a new story idea. This is number…what? Four? Five, since I finished Blackbird? I do hate the false starts, not only because of the anxiety they create but also because I feel foolish for getting fired up about something that won’t work. Sometimes for comfort I revisit old blog posts in which I have taken hold of and later discarded an idea that seemed really great at the time. It helps, a little. Blogging has made me familiar with my own writing process. It’s a shuffle of ideas at first, then an outline, then a crumpled-up outline, then some random pages and more random pages and more crumpled paper, a veritable forest in my wastepaper basket.
That’s how it has to be, I suppose. You have to be willing to fail again and again. You have to throw all your mad ideas at the wall then search for the Rorschach splat that looks like something writable. I’m tired of it, though, and nervous and tetchy, and I want to be through with all this so I can settle down and write.
How are you feeling today?