I just realized something

Now that I've turned my full attention to blogging, concentrated the meat of my intellectual power directly at it's core, then turned that meat back inward upon itself, I've reached a startling conclusion.

I'm going backwards. I'll ellaborate.

I had an idea for a novel once, got the juices of the aforementioned brain-meat really flowing. Had it all stored up in my head, even wrote some of the important stuff down. It was going to be huge, had just read a bunch of Gabriel Garcia Marquez (LONG before Oprah!), it was gonna be massive. And it hasn't gone anywhere since. I had a tough time getting started, that was the problem. There was just too much to think about, I couldn't break it down.

So I backed off, decided to take it easy. I would start with short stories. And start I did, started roughly a dozen. Started some at the beginning, some at the end, some diabolically in the middle. I took those little morsels of story and incubated them until they were totally fleshed out--thickening them up without ever spreading them out to encompass a beginning middle and end. Vignettes are basically what I had, though even vignettes do something usually--the ones that are thought to have literary merit. So what I had were vignettes crystalized to the epitome of vignettehood and obviously, as stories they suck. I liked all the ideas well enough, I just couldn't finish. I'll let the Freudians pick me over for that overtly sexual symbolism, whatever. I guess that little vignette about vignettes had a beginning middle and end . . . and wasn't 12 pages long and dripping with angst.

Back on point I haven't written anything in a long ass time, probably because of this vignette thing.

Now I'm blogging, and that's that.



Oh and mountain-friend just reminded me that our high school English teacher told us there's no reason to use more than 3 periods in an ellipse.