It's now evening on Easter, and I'm trying to listen to my muses, but they're speaking all at once, and too quickly. It's like a buzzing of bees. (None of which will sting me, but each wants some attention.)
While I figure this out, and find Eleanor's true voice among the commotion, please check out some of the new items in the left-side column.
I've also added an older story, "The Rest of Henry," at the very bottom on the left, while I argue and negotiate and listen to the my muses.
My mood, to be honest, is swinging like a pendulum, but this should be good for the words. The novel is a universe expanding before my eyes, and I need to pick out the stars I like the best, and the planets and moons that hold stable orbits for landing, and the composition of the "better than good." We can accept nothing less.
"I can see the mania, and it is good," Eleanor tells me. I believe it is indeed Eleanor saying these words, so I listen.
I won't be afraid any longer.
Once more, I release myself from fear.
Positive energy and vibes your way,
To Reach The Green Light At The End Of The Pier
FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES: "We are saving ourselves through the words," says Eleanor, the leading lady of a novel-in-progress. This exploration into the creative process -- which includes plenty of distractions/tangents /thoughts & rants by Eleanor, her Biographer, and selected guest artists -- will continue until Eleanor is certain her story is "right." (But we dare not jump ahead of ourselves.)
There will be the occasional typo (as Eleanor points out), and much of this is intended to be "original draft" -- what comes out of our mouths (heads) first, and then set down in that order. Not all of it will be included in the novel, but all of it is happening in real time.
ELEANOR says: "Please turn the page. Keep reading."
For more of Eleanor and her Biographer -- as well as the work of our many guest artists -- check out the older postings. "Everything is part of the process, and the process is the journey," Eleanor says.