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.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
a novel by Geoff Schutt
The band was loud and people were screaming.
Eleanor told M. she had to get out of here.
You're too inhibited, M. said.
M. was hugging her.
M. was whispering, I love you I love you I love you.
M. was saying, I love you, Eleanor.
Goodbye Eleanor, M. whispered.
M. left, but Eleanor stayed.
The people were still screaming. The band was still loud. Eleanor joined in the screaming. The band stopped playing. The lead singer was staring at Eleanor. Everyone was staring at Eleanor. The people stopped screaming. Not Eleanor. She screamed and clenched her fists to her chest. She screamed so loud her eyes closed. She could not feel her body anymore, but she did feel alive. Feeling alive was more important than all the rest of it.
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.