Something's stuck
I have a handful of ideas to write about, but I feel as if I was on that day before you know for sure that you have the flu: something is there but it doesn't want to come out.
1. a haiku about flying over olive tree groves. The familiarity of landscapes from a plane.
2. a haiku about winter that is very sunny, very cold, very green. The coldest makes the light brighter.
3. A poem (is this idea too big for a haiku?) or even a short story: do we want to stay friends after having broken up without hard feelings?
This last idea intimidates me because I haven´t written half-decent prose since June, and I haven´t written decent prose with a plot in a year or a bit more. In my experience, even having a complete plot from beginning to end doesn't mean I can write the story. Patience, patience, it will come back, it has to come back. In the meantime, I might read anything by Jeanette Winterson to remind myself of something important.
I can change the story.
I am the story.
1. a haiku about flying over olive tree groves. The familiarity of landscapes from a plane.
2. a haiku about winter that is very sunny, very cold, very green. The coldest makes the light brighter.
3. A poem (is this idea too big for a haiku?) or even a short story: do we want to stay friends after having broken up without hard feelings?
This last idea intimidates me because I haven´t written half-decent prose since June, and I haven´t written decent prose with a plot in a year or a bit more. In my experience, even having a complete plot from beginning to end doesn't mean I can write the story. Patience, patience, it will come back, it has to come back. In the meantime, I might read anything by Jeanette Winterson to remind myself of something important.
I can change the story.
I am the story.