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This week's writing started off with me continuing my morning pages. I got up, fed the cats ('cause you must always do that first), did ten minutes of writing, then went out and exercised, then had breakfast and lounged until it was time to get ready for work. I wrote 5 morning pages for a total of 2,451 words. (And wrote absolutely NO TD 216. I was burnt out on it this week for some reason).

During each of my morning writing sessions, I worked on some story element I was unclear on or unsure about, trying to explore it a little. That writing in turn generated two half-exposition, half-fictional blurbs that totaled 328 words. I also started going through the morning pages I'd already written and pulling out interesting things I might want to use in my story. What I'm doing now is a cool, if frustrating process. I'm not writing a story; I'm building a story up one brick at a time.

The morning pages are helping with that, but even they seem to fail with particular story elements I have continuing trouble with. On Friday, I decided one of these problem areas needed clustering. I did two clusters on it, neither of which produced an answer to my trouble on its own, but lead me to a realization about how I wanted to the answer to look. I then did further brain-storming on by making a big long list of possibilities, and now feel I'm on the right track with that story element. Well, a better track than I was.

Sometimes I wish I was content with writing schlocky junk, rather than being happy only with deep complex elements dredged up out of my deepest subconscious. It'd be a heck of a lot easier. And I know schlocky junk can itself bring out the deeper stuff with time,, I can just never keep an interest in it long enough for that to work. At least, not anymore, not like I could ten years ago. Gotta find other, less roundabout methods, even though this stuff is the very definition of roundabout.


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Apr. 11th, 2009 09:58 pm (UTC)
I'm taking a workshop at the Jung Institute in DC next month given by Susan Tiberghien. Her recent book might be able to help you, One Year to a Writing Life, Twelve Lessons to Deepen Every Writer's Art and Craft. Unlike a lot of the writer's life books, she gives all sorts of exercises, prompts and examples to get you started, not just "look inside yourself."

She gives workshops all over the world and her book/ideas sound exactly like what you need. If you want to hit the deepest levels of the unconscious and tap into the collective unconscious, Jungian thought is the way to go.

I will give one piece of advice, write scholcky junk. The deep stuff will sneak its way in there. That's how the deep stuff works. My cute little vampire story is now about identity and very subtle forms of rejection. It took getting all the way through it for the message to become clear. Now I can go back and do the rewrites so the story revolves around this.

Create a character. That character is from your deepest unconscious. Give her enough room and you'll be amazed at what you come up with. It's all just part of the process. If your muse has you writing schlocky junk, then write schlocky junk. Don't demand happiness or satisfaction with what you write today. Look for the long run.

Apr. 12th, 2009 12:53 am (UTC)
Sorry, wasn't clear above. I have written schlock in the past (been writing twenty years or so now), and it has lead to deeper stuff, but I can't keep interest in it long enough most of the time for those results to happen. I'm trying to find other methods for accessing that that can get to what's interesting before I lose interest in what I'm doing, which is all too easy for me (losing interest, that is).
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