vortex

Settling into a new town, a new house, trying to piece together what my life will look like for the next few months if not years, has seemed lately like staring into a vortex. There is something in there, but the motion is dizzying and there’s not much that can be made out in the swirl.

So, being in a new place with minimal other commitments and plenty of time, I am making my first attempt in a long time at sustained narrative fiction. And it has brought out the voices of uncertainty. It is hard to turn down the volume and just write. Harder than I thought it would be. The seeds of an idea seemed plausible and easy when I traced them out. Turning them into sentences and paragraphs and pages is another beast altogether. Once I get started, things seem to flow alright. But it is the getting started that is the trick, turning down the volume and just writing. Blogging has helped shake off the spiderwebs some. Being on an unusually even keel, given all the recent upheaval, helps, too. But I still haven’t found a good space to work and distractions are easy to come by. It will be interesting to see where this discipline takes me, writing every day for once, seeing where the story goes.