Have now told the story of the new play I’m writing as an exercise to three humans, mostly as a way of exposing to myself where there are holes and things I’ve glossing over –– like “everything gets resolved” –– before fully launching in, and I’m happily pleased that I seem to have thought this one out rather well. It doesn’t seem like I’m painting myself into any (narrative) corners (yet).
My last story-exercise was tonight after heading out for more ice, and then talking to Daniel, so that I could freshen my scotch and be appropriately writerly and wise.
I may –– just FYI –– be suffering from tetanus since I cut my thumb on a nail on a piece of driftwood Belle found while on our beach outing today. I know rabies makes you foam at the mouth, but to anyone reading this, if I start exhibiting signs of whatever tetanus does … feel free to tell the paramedics the offending stick is still in the trunk of my car.
Tomorrow, I’m torn between the desire to really buckle down and make a zillion calls re: the gallery show (canvases need stretching!) and other projects and just taking off for Half Moon Bay or somewhere else with Sarah and Belle to clear my head.
Fortunately, if nothing else, I have a ton of ice to tide me over while I make the decision.
And –– thanks to these story-exercises –– I have a solid narrative structure on which to hang my hat. [Does that metaphor make any sense …? Oh well, at least there’s ice to spare.]
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