Forming the Chaos
Starting a new manuscript is like starting a new relationship. There are plenty of fits and starts until a rhythm appears. Once the rhythm is there everything works. You can always tell when the rhythm is absent in a relationship or in a written piece. Something is off. Sometimes you can spot it immediately, sometimes its just a feeling that gnaws at you.
A Story is taking an ephemeral idea and creating something concrete out of it. Other art mediums are more obvious in their creation. Michaelangelo is purported to have said:
Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.
Pulling a story out of your psyche is just like visualizing something spectacular in a piece of rock. It takes vision, stubbornness, and a certain amount of insanity.
The process that is noveling is simular, finding the masterpiece in the mighty heap of words that comprises our stories is an epic endeavor. Instead of sculptor tools, we use wordcraft to create our art. We wrench laughter and tears on the placement of a punctuation mark.
I have this whirlwind of words in my head, focused on two projects I’m currently working on. From the seeming chaos, I can see the form of my stories taking place. I’m excited and terrified at the same time.
It’s a really good place to be as an author.