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.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
You Stumble, On An Occurrence
When you walk for any real length of time, you are going to come across things you never expect to see. Even the mundane becomes something magical. If there’s a car wreck in your neighborhood, on your street, you, being human, are going to watch as the paramedics take care of the injured, and the police talk to witnesses. But that’s drama, not the mundane, and drama is not the same as something magical. Magic is like a seed that grows from the unexpected, and turns into something even more unexpected, and if it’s good magic, it can be beautiful, and beyond any ordinary description. Magic is also something solitary, something that only you happen upon, unlike the car wreck in your neighborhood that attracts everybody. You might as well set up a concession stand and sell hot dogs and popcorn. Something like that is an event – newspapers like to report on events. TV wants to show you images of events. The real magic, the magic that is indeed solitary, that kind of magic, begins as an occurrence. And an occurrence can begin as a stumble. And a stumble can be you tripping on the sidewalk, when you’re walking for any real length of time, and your legs grow weary so your feet don’t step quite as high as they should, and while you’re watching where you’re headed, you lose track of your stride. So, you stumble. You stumble, on an occurrence.
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.