A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Thirty-Seven
The story is becoming more interesting as I keep working on it, though I am still not at all certain where it is really going or how it will develop. At present, I am just allowing it to unfold. I do have a sort of sense about certain themes, maybe, though none of it is anything all that concrete, and much of it could just be my response to what I have already written, just speculating and considering where it might lead. It is fun to just allow it to come together, though I do worry about the plot reaching a resolution that is sensible and satisfying; I want to trust the process/ A number of years ago, I recall reading a book on improv comedy in which the author discussed how a series of sketches would often connect into something larger in unexpected ways. No one was organizing the work, but everyone was collaborating and doing their part, and this created the conditions for something special to just emerge. Though I am doing this work all on my own, I think that it is not all that dissimilar in many ways. I have certainly worked on pieces where ideas I had not thought were connected suddenly snapped together into something amazing that I couldn't have planned for. I am writing this story without a clear plan, but that is not an accident. If I want to be able to write more fiction more proficiently, it is important I am always ready to go, even if I am not certain of anything besides the current sentence.
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