|Many of my Stories are incomplete, like these Russian Dolls|
photo by Rita de Heer
This year, I decided, is when I complete all the half-finished projects I've got on the back of the stove of creativity, IE in the back of my mind.
I have an image in my mind of my study, all the area around where I sit at my laptop on my desk, as a forest. A litter of pieces of paper books scraps with ideas surrounds me. It's where ideas mingle and become new. Off to the right stands the virtual stove. On it are pots big and little containing a story each, mostly at the back of the stove, which is where I put them to stew.
Sometimes the stewing process is to clarify my mind about a story. For instance is a semi-memoiristic subject an appropriate topic for a story? IE do I want to publish an account about my inner experiences? My Inner Shaman teeters on the brink of annihilation. I can't decide.
Sometimes the stewing is to have grammar punctuation and spelling errors float to the top so that by the time I look at the story again, these mistakes will jump into my awareness and I can correct them. My story Tech-Wizard Bard is at that stage. Also I need to write a synopsis for it. And organise a book cover.
Sometimes the stewing is due to an unforeseen factor of real life, such as my novel Monster Moored, which I had to abandon when the house renovations began. I found it pretty well impossible to concentrate on the novel and the renovations at the same time.
I've got a small pot on the front of the stove, bubbling away. A story for 9-13 year olds, boys probably. I can only stir it every so often to keep it from burning because Real Life has thrown up a couple of projects that must be attended to now. I'm also researching in Deviant Art every so often for a pegasus.