Last night I dreamt of a (deep breath) new project, and it was so glorious and vivid that it was humming in my mind this morning when I was trying to write one of my current project.
Kiwiana Charlatan Brain, remember that?
Oh but Whiti! This new project is so new and shiny and not filled with the problems of Kiwiana Charlatan! There are no complications to solve, no characters arcs; just a couple of beautiful images that I’m sure will carry an hour on stage…
Promises, promises Brain. You said that last time.
So I’ve written up the most vivid images on my whiteboard and I’m trying to tuck it away until I have time to attend to it.
After my draft of Kiwiana Charlatan.
And after my draft of The Graphologist’s Apprentice.
I wonder if this is the sort of mind trick that other writers suffer. It is very tempting to leave off the hard stuff and to write what “the Muse” commands. (Not a big fan of the Muse, always buggers off when the real work starts and makes one put too much stock in the ideas that surface from the [insert your vice here] second glass of scotch)
Actually, I think it is an affliction that strikes any sort of creative endeavour – I have stock piles of fabric and I am a diagnosed sufferer of second sock syndrome
But what is it? The point at which any johnny come lately idea suddenly seems more appealing than the idea you have been working on? For me it is the appeal of the potential of a thing. The fabric in my stockpile has an active life in my mind, becoming several different garments before it is actually cut. Oftentimes when the creative urge comes over me, it is enough to get the material out and imagine what it could be to satisfy me. Of course this lack of decision does mean I have “nothing” to wear.
Potential, potential. The romantic dreaming phase where anything and everything is possible. I get the itch when I begin to nail things down, finalise the story, give it some shape. When it is what it is instead of what it could be.
So basically it will never be staged, but secretly I don’t care (shh!).
I’m reading The Writer’s Journey at the moment, so maybe I could treat it as an exercise on mythic structure – see how far that sucker can stretch!
Having said all that these ideas that pop up sometimes bear fruit. The initial image for Kiwiana Charlatan came up when I was writing the first draft of The Graphologist’s Apprentice two years ago and look where it is today!
On second thought, maybe look in on it in a couple of weeks months…