a novel by Geoff Schutt
Eleanor was already sleeping. Olive Thomas came to her and said, "Yes, sleep, my sweet child Eleanor. Sleep for three days more. And then we shall talk."
The room was suddenly cold. Eleanor opened her eyes. She tried to remember what Olive told her. She was careful not to move, to remain on her back, hands crossed over her chest like a mummy, or perhaps, an angel.
"Sleep for three days more. And then we shall talk."
Eleanor closed her eyes. Her dreams were vivid. They were in black and white. There was no color. There was no sound. She was indeed in Olive's world.
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.