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.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Seven (almost) Hours Later, Sunday
You're free, Eleanor, her biographer says. You don't have to whisper any longer. You don't have to shout for attention. Unless you want to, of course. You can do anything you want and I will be right there to observe you and write it all down, as you go forward and live your life. And I'll interview you about what you've already experienced, inside The Spirit House. But you don't have to stay there anymore.
I don't feel free, Eleanor says. I thought -- I thought it would feel different.
Is Olive Thomas free? she says, suddenly. Where is Olive?
Eleanor -- she's at peace. She's dead, you know that.
But she's not forgotten, Eleanor says. She's not forgotten and never will be, and I don't know if she's at peace or not, or if she's free or not. How can I know that?
Her biographer is taking notes as well as speaking, but he pauses.
I'm not sure, Eleanor, he says.
This isn't the end of anything, Eleanor remarks. If anything, it's a beginning. You need to find out for me.
But you can do that on your own now, her biographer says.
I -- I don't know how. I'm not used to this, Eleanor says. What do we do next? Where do we go? Are there people we can interview? Can we still go back into time? I could before -- go back into time.
Eleanor walks around the room, stretching her arms, lifting her legs, feeling what it's like to be a character ... but now more than a character -- alive. Like Olive Thomas was once, yes. When none of the movies talked. When mouths moved, but there was only silence. Surely these images must have seemed like characters from a book and not real people -- not even actors.
The imagination is a beautiful thing, to turn silence into sound.
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.