It’s amazing what rhythm and going with the flow can do for you. In less than an hour, I jotted down 1,400 words on “Execution” this evening. This was in addition to forging ahead in Proulx’s Postcards.
Why the success?
I got into the rhythm of description today. I’m sure I will probably cut a few hundred words here, but as I was describing the places and events, I began to feel the mood and flow of the story. I had been worried that my story was about to take a turn for the worse. There are certain themes that I don’t feel I am ready for yet. Specifically, I was concerned that I might be entering Nabokov/Woody Allen territory in which older characters would begin fraternizing with the youth. I didn’t want to go there. So, I made a decision not to. Closing that door opened another and set me up to write a scene I very much enjoyed as well as introduce a character that had been in the back of my mind for a while.
I traded the old country and blues today for Sonic Youth. The strange sounds of Washing Machine (1995) definitely steered me in hitherto unforeseen directions. That’s a good thing. I know that I am a creature of habit. But sometimes getting outside the routine forces newer modes of thinking.
A word on Sonic Youth. I had never really listened to them much. However, my love of Wilco is well known ’round these parts. Jim O’Rourke is associated with both bands, forming a link that made me want to inspect Sonic Youth. So, I did. My brother gave me a bunch of albums. Interesting stuff. I’ve been playing them in the background all day. They deserve a listen.
Inching ever closer to the completion of the story. I wonder how it will turn out.