Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Shirley's Bay

"No, it's not Sunder, but it is writing."  That's what I've had to tell myself these last few nights as I've sat down to write a novella about Colbrit Niemeier and Det. Amanda Garrett.  You may remember Garrett from a piece I put up a few months back (remember "rosie" written in breath on a cold window pane?).  I reread that piece a few times and decided there was something there, between the two of them, that I wanted to explore but I didn't have an idea for the longest time.

That is, until last week when an interesting little paragraph from the police beat section in the local paper caught my eye.  "Police are seeking help from the public in locating the occupant of a vehicle found unattended near the water in the Shirley’s Bay area.  Investigators say they can’t confirm the identity of the person who was driving and they have not been able to reach the owner."  My writer's ears pricked up and I took down some notes and let the idea percolate.  What I've come up with so far feels pretty good, despite being in raw, shit draft form.  I'm excited to see where it ultimately leads.  Maybe in a few weeks I'll have something to share.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Sunder: Day 70

Nine hundred and eighty-two words to start off Chapter One of Sunder.  Nine hundred and eighty-two of the most reluctant words I've written in a long time.  I wrote last that lately writing felt like learning how to walk again.  I picked up a few shin scrapes tonight.  All in all though, the work may hold up.  We'll have to see. 

We'll try again tomorrow and see how much progress we make.  For now, it's back to the apartment and off to bed.

Falling

All the planning in the world won't help you when it comes time to put into words the story you've been dreaming for so long.  It seems to stumble along like an infant, hardly able to even stand up on it's own at first much less take a few steps.

Very frustrating.