A Writer's Notebook, Day Two-Hundred-And-Eighteen

Today feels like a very productive one.  I wrote two poems, each of which I feel happy about, and I have thoughts for a few more as well, though I think they may need to percolate a bit more.  It is hard to say, really.  I also think that I am going to try revisiting things that I attempted to work on before, some through revision, some in completely new drafts, I think.  I feel good about a lot of the work.

I am in a very good groove, I think, creatively, and I am also percolating on the fiction front, to a degree that I am feeling the urge to jump in for another novel, maybe.  This one I have a good idea of, and I think I might even attempt a bit more of an outline, just for the hell of it.  I am going to see, maybe tomorrow I'll start a bit of work organizing ideas.  I have a few ways I could do that, really...

It might be that I am better off just going for it, but I am already fairly clear on a lot of what is in this book, and I also know that any outline would be just a suggestion for a lot of it.  The one way in which I think it will help with this piece is in finding out what is behind a lot of things that probably won't be in the novel directly, and will only sort of connect, in a way.  The general tone and premise of the story are things that it is worth working out in advance for this piece, and it is also going to have a fairly complicated level of subtext and I have a sense of a lot of things that I may really want to explore for myself to know how this story will really work.

I am prepared to really dig in on this project, but I want to be able to do it in a way that really takes the work to a new level in several ways, and may also be a bit more marketable in a sense.  At the same time, I have a lot of strange ideas of how to tell a story, and of the mechanics of how a story works and of how the language can be used to embed meaning and experience, all of which is part of my arsenal as a writer.  It is the inescapable truth that if I am to write a book, it will be the type of book that I am prone to write in certain ways.  Of course, I am also a far more experienced writer, and have many more experiences in my life, since I wrote W/R, and may have a better idea of how to do certain things in a way that will connect more with a general audience.

Anyhow, I feel quite good about the work.  I do need to get more out there, and I am going to have lot to juggle in terms of that, as I need to keep the poetic work coming as well, and am committed to doing that work too.  At the moment, the big thing is going to be organizing a lot of that work in a way that will help me get it really for publication in the near future.  Anyhow, it is quite late, so I am going to call it a night and get to bed.

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