A Writer's Notebook, Day Six-Hundred-And-Eighty-One

It is already nearing morning, and I am just finishing up my work, but I do feel quite good about all I have accomplished today.  I am really getting a good sense of that story I am writing, and I feel I know even more of where it is going, with a real understanding of it in a way that fills in a lot of details I was uncertain of.  I am always surprised the way this can happen, as it is never clear to me if the small things that come back to be important were there as clues to me of what I had unconsciously planned or if it is that I build the rest out of what has come already, or if it is some combination.  I do suspect it is a bit of both, but the magic remains in my being unable to tell what is what. 

I also had an idea that I thing might help bring that novel I am considering into focus, but it is a quite strange idea, and I know it will require a great amount of work to prepare it if I follow the idea I am considering, as I would need to have a great deal of the book planned and outlined in order to begin the real work, due to the kind of structure I am conceiving, but I think that the idea at the center of the book is one that would require that type of preparation, even if not as specific in its approach.

In addition, I'm feeling good about the poems I wrote today, and think a few of them might have been quite good in one way or another.  Of course, I cannot really tell most of the time, but I do notice when I hit a patch of writing where I am focusing on something that feels significant, and I cannot say if I captured the ideas I wanted to, but I think was working in the direction of important ideas and poems that seem to be pushing me to grow in terms of my ability to address issues of significance in new ways for me.

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