Woke up after perhaps four hours of extreme sleep -- meaning my dreams paralyzed me with their meaning & aftereffect. I'm now wiping some words from behind my eyelids and trying to decipher the cinematography.
Yesterday was a busy one on This Side of Paradise, from early to late. The words on the page are coming easier (or they seem to be, at least, as each day progresses), though now I need to get back to focus. Or, not get back to focus.
Perhaps I just need to write as many words as possible, and then be a sculptor, cutting them down into their core of meaning.
First cup of coffee, still half-full in the cup, but one Red Bull already consumed.
Yes, I'm mixing my drinks, this early, on Day 11.
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.