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.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Fitzgerald, Gatsby (Chapter 9), & Eleanor
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter-- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning-- ."
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (from Chapter 9)
Eleanor is sitting in a lounge chair, cradling a cup of moondust tea with her tiny fingers. She's placed a decorative toothpick umbrella inside the cup of tea, imagining this a boat drink, and that we're on a sandy beach. The decorative umbrella is bobbing in the tea, buoyed perhaps by the moondust. This is all happening under the green light in The Little Room. "I'm getting a tan," she says, "isn't this wonderful?" The green light is like a second sun, and this in the middle of the night, with a nearly full moon shining through the open window.
-- Eleanor's Biographer
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.