A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Six-Hundred-And-Sixty-Four
One of the ongoing writing projects I have been engaged in for the last few months has become a sort of stream of consciousness piece, very free form, and essentially without a central structure or real purpose. It did not start out with that as the intention, though it was always a bit of an experiment in free-writing. I am not certain what it will become or if it is of any value, except as an exercise for me. In truth, I kind of feel like a lot of the writing that I've been doing lately is a bit unfocused. I'm still not certain about this novel that I've been working on, but I keep going with it, keeping the faith that if I remain committed I'll figure it out eventually, and even if I don't, I am sure something interesting will emerge. In some ways that is the attitude I have with both the novel and this free form piece. It is faith in the process, as I have said before, but I do wish I felt more certain of what was going on, at least in terms of the novel. The other piece is intentionally looser and less structured, but I wish I felt more certain about the direction that the novel was going.
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