I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, October 26, 2007

Lost it!

I am so hyped to get to the writers retreat put on by all around good woman Mer Haskell. Most of the other participants are already there.

Last night I started writing notes for a new story that was completely different than anything I've written before. Or I should say it's a Modern Fairy Tale, but the voice is very different. It's a mix of Charles DeLint (for story) and Kelly Link (for style). That I can remember, I've never writen using this technique. I have two small scraps of paper here at work with notes (and some from my notebook near the bed, although those are at home, long story but the familial theme of no time because of the day job). I was looking forward to time and support to let it flow out.

But now that voice is gone. I hope it's just on pause somewhere back in my brain and once I get the keyboard in front of me it'll start flowing again. I'm worried that if it's still there it'll start spilling out on my seven plus hour drive to the retreat. I don't have a voice recorder (although one is in my wish list on Amazon), so I might be somewhat screwed. I know that not writing it down while it's there is the surest way to not only forget, but to stiffle more of it coming out. For a long time.

I really hope it comes back when I'm in front of my laptop keyboard.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Voice is so ephemeral, but you can get it back, I find, by sort of re-steeping in what you've already written and in any source material you've used for inspiration...

And we are all wondering when you'll get here! Because we don't know where you live and when you'll leave, we have no rudimentary time frame. :)

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Mer, well, I sorta remembered as I was on the road. Heck, I've been so busy that, as you can tell, I wasn't able to even cut my hair.

Thanks, Camille, so far it is a bunch of fun.