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February 10, 2013 by musehick

I had a new idea come to me for a fiction site which I am currently writing. As of now I can’t exactly remember when it came to me, because it was one of those ideas that arrived and I was in the wrong place to do anything about it, and then it thankfully popped into my memory again, probably in a somewhat mutated form, and I breathed life into it.

It looks like it will be some kind of genre mash-up and as yet, being less than two hundred words in I don’t have the faintest what that will be. I am not a massive plotter when these things first start out, but once I am a few chapters in the beat starts to work itself out, and the direction reveals itself to me.

This is sometimes why a story will stall out for me. I get another idea and I have to refind the rhythm of the thing I was writing previously. There are certain harmonics, melodies, and leitmotifs that lay themselves into a work, and if you come in with a lead-ear you can wreck the original impetus. I play it like a jazz musician sometimes, sneaking into the heart of an established narrative pattern and rewiring it, riffing on the original theme.

I don’t think this means I am going to move back over to prose and leave poetry behind, I want instead from now on to run them like twin engines.


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