July 19, 2012 by musehick
Wow, I didn’t realise that I had gone quite so long without writing anything here. I got home late a couple of day and felt a little burned out with a mind devolved into sludge that seemed somehow antithetical to the idea of actually writing anything somewhat decent. Sometimes it is best to back away from the keyboard.
Anyway, what have I been doing since I last sat down and typed things here? Well, in longhand world I wrote a couple of poems and some more of my ex-cop, private detective, brainwashing saga and they are both pretty enjoyable to write. I also managed to find a great place to purchase exercise books too, which is the local Walgreens.
Pawkupine crawled out of my subconscious this week, and I don’t yet know what it is. I am going to be working hard to push all the things that I have started past that initial step – see how they develop. That is the greatest thing about writing … watching something develop and the characters grow and become more four-dimensional. I have always found that the development of a character is always something of a surprise – you really think that you know both who and what they are and what their path is going to be, and then they surprise you; they talk to you in a way and about things which you never expected them to. The act of creation at the heart of writing means that any experience of travelling from an initial idea to a conclusion is going to involve and elasticity of form and content. There are always pictures in the flames, but what game are you playing when you decide to extrapolate a certain theme?
You are a sculptor pulling the form of a sculpture out of the grain of the wood, and you are gifting it to others, so that they can see it and hopefully be enriched by it. It is the coolest thing.