Wednesday Workshop at the Conference

I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but just a quick update: I’m at the writer’s conference doing a workshop on poetry.  It’s the process of taking my best poems and making them better (or proving I’m not as good as I thought).

Yesterday we had a craft talk on parataxis and hypotaxis.

Click the link to find out what that is.

Oh, if you do figure it out – let me know what the heck that is all about.

Well, got to go.  There’s a lecture on something.  And there was good news, wine will be served before tonight’s open mic readings.

Peace, love and lemon drops,

Andrew

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Friday Wisdom – Shaky Spear

First an announcement: I’m still alive.

Second, over the weekend Heather and I took a friend to see a local Shakespeare in the Park production of “As You Like It.”  Fun show with energetic young actors.

Act II, Scene VII has the famous, “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are merely actors …” line.

Which got me wondering: If all the world’s a stage, where the heck does the audience sit?


Second announcement: I’m off to a writing workshop soon and most of my writing time will be doing the preparations for that.  My next blog post won’t be until I return from that.

Peace, love and lemon drops,

Andrew

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How to Tell a Story

I have a story that floats in and out of my mind.  I can’t see the whole of it.  It comes and goes in fragments, flashes, bits of sound, smells, fears …

It’s a story of escape, return, and unexpected endings.

The story comes in three parts: What happened, what happened before, and what happened after.  How can I tell you what happened if you don’t know what happened before? Then you’ll want to know what happened after.

How can I just tell the story of a future past?

How do you repeat the history of something that hasn’t happened?

My tastes in literature cover a wide range from classic 19th century novels to 20th century science fiction.  I also love to read non-fiction history and biographies especially.  In my youth I had a special place in my tastes for dystopia novels, 1984, Fahrenheit 451, and Brave New World.  I also have a taste for post apocalyptic stories, Earth Abides, Alas Babylon, On the Beach, and Cat’s Cradle, among some of my early reads. 

Currently I am reading one Heather found in the library, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World by C. A. Fletcher.  I’m a few chapters in and am being drawn in by his narrative style and use of a first person story teller.

Honestly, it’s the kind of story telling I’d like to write.

I’ve also just recently read another book that I found compelling: The Post X by Elizabeth Acevedo. It’s a complete novel written in poetry.  Yup, just poems, but it manages to tell a great coming of age story.  It’s a great achievement in story telling and Acevedo does it well.

Again, another kind of story I wish I could tell.

The novel I am writing is set in a not to distant future and is about a young man trying to escape a repressive society.  Part adventure. Part good vs. evil.  Part dystopia and just a touch of romance. I’ve been writing it for a long time (I’m a slow writer) – about a decade and so far the book has survived two computer crashes.  Currently the files reside on it’s third computer (and are backed up in the cloud).

My problem is that the story comes to me in fragments that don’t make a full continuous narrative.  That’s held it up for a long time (along with life issues and computer crashes).  There is a hand written note on one of my drafts that reads, “Fracture the crystal.”  And that’s where I am with story telling – telling my story in bits and pieces.  If I were to name an influence it would be Always Coming Home by Ursula K Le Guin.  You should read it – I reread it every few years.

So I’ve been writing fragments and trying to stitch them together in an order that tells a story.  But I found I needed a thread to hold all the pieces together.  The result so far is about 100 pages of notes, fragments, and research plus the main story of my hero’s journey away from the world I built for him.  The constant thread is the story of Colin and his travels.  The fragments build his world and the history of that world.

In my research notes I found these “On this Date in History” columns from the Vandenberg Times (circa 2277). Here is an example:

In 2093 Vandenberg AFB Commander, General Stovall declared himself as military governor of the California Central Coast Federal District.  Major Jose Alonso pledged loyalty to Stovall and thus the whole of the Home Guard and police departments in the region joined to enforce Stovall’s marshal authority.  Stovall’s rule ended with the signing of the City constitution in 2101, when he requested retirement and transferred command of VFB to General David West and the newly formed Bureau of Defense.

As I continue to write and seek to write this story, I am constantly asking myself, “Do these fragments tell a story that is worth telling?”

and just for the record, the main novel is up to 6,130 words.  At this rate, it should be completed in 2026.

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Friday Question – Introduction

I’m writing a story.  A novel. A book. A thing that won’t go away. A story that must be told.

I have a question of you.

What would you think of a book that begins?

Perhaps there is no story more difficult to tell than the one that changes all.  Such a story gains its own life and becomes more than it was.  Each person who is touched by the story adds their own part to the narrative, forever changing it and sending to places it has never been.

            How to tell such a story?

            You can’t, because once you tell it, you change – you become part of the narrative as the story bends slowly to you.  The story is transient, ephemeral, ever decaying and ever growing.

            The author of this tale is both you and I.  It is told the way my children will learn about my life – in fragments, images, and with the ever evolving re-understanding of my past.  It is a story reflected in a shattered crystal, multifaceted, fragmented, and yet a reminder that perfection once existed.

Would you turn to chapter one?

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