So I am finally back into this thing called storytelling...that I also call crafting a story or attempting to craft and/or see my way through ugly drafts I created of PaintedPeople and never finished. So far re-writing it has been a never ending challenge since there is so much of it to re-write. What's strange is that I understand Abel much better now since I am now Abel's age and no longer Zeno's age. How ironic is that? There is more time now to finally complete the monster and bury it. More than any time in my life there are no distractions or interruptions unless I make them, which is why I chose this faraway town in the middle of no where to complete it. But then I spent all those months decorating the apartment, picture taking and not writing. The town is a quiet place where one can remain unseen and unnoticed and without a car there is no place to really go.
Chatting live with Saleem though is a great salvation. I am happiest when I see his face, see his fingers, see him smile... Sometimes, I want to go there with him...when we're together and alone...but I tell myself can wait for all of that.
Yesterday morning was productive. For a change I liked what I wrote and re-wrote and then cut and re-wrote again over and over again. There's a hundred way to tell one event, and I always manage to find thousand more.
No coffee this morning at 5 a.m. because when I tried to go sleep afterwards (8 a.m.) I was too hyper to sleep...In bed I read a John Irving novel 'A Widow for One Year' that got so good I couldn't sleep until I got to part in the novel that so frivolous I hated what was happening to Ted, the writer and womanizer, who I'm not suppose like as well as the protagonist Eddie who sleeps with Marian, Ted's wife, because that's how Ted arranged it but, well, I like Ted better, so I closed it...Some time after that as I laid there in the stillness, I closed my eyes and drifted into dreamland. When I woke up and looked it the clock, it was 5 p.m.
Errands this morning will throw me off schedule, but I'll be back...since I am enjoying the story again. It's been a while since I've thought that way.