On Writing

There is never really a final version; only a supposition that everything has been said in the best way it can be expressed... for now. It is a work in progress with the potential to be accrued, deferred, written-off, or utilized--depending on the purpose of the work. Is it meant to be unresolved on that piece of paper? Or does it deserve multiple edits?

The beauty of authoring your own journey is that the exposition is your own creation. The danger has always been in deciding on what that should be. Will the story be set in foggy London or fast-paced L.A.? Who should the main characters be?

After awhile, the piece will take on a life of its own. You just have to pen it by moments and wait until the ink dries a bit before placing it in the drawer. The rest always unfolds naturally. Foreshadowing takes on a life of its own—dropping you little hints to write towards. Do accept their direction. It is usually best to go with the flow of what is being shown you when it is through your own eyes.
There are just so many ways to show it—so many words that fit together in endless combinations of meaning and tone. The opportunity for artistry has never been so abundant. Think of music where you are limited by notes and harmonies—or painting, where there are only so many colors. Writing supercedes these limitations. You can write anything in any form you want. There is poetry, short stories, long stories, narratives, philosophical pieces, declarations of love, divinations of will, passionate reveries, stone-cold stereo instructions… there’s anything and everything you want to say and even more about what you’d prefer to keep silent. Oh but to test the boundaries just once…

I am getting ahead of myself. Or perhaps I’m foreshadowing pieces to come. Either way, it is my intent for some of these works in progress to land here. They’re for everybody, anybody, and nobody in particular really. Enjoy.