Yesterday I picked up a couple things again I had stopped reading: The Cenci, The Tale of Terror and The House of the Spirits. Sunday I revised several pages of my book and have felt inspired since to remain in a literary state. I still don't have a title for it, but I am not going to rush that.
I have realized with every book I've written that I will put things down that don't make sense to me, but fall into place later. There was something that Hildegarde (now Germaine) said in the very first draft that I have kept through all of these drafts, and only yesterday I realized what she meant. I felt like that sentence remained because I did respect her enough not to obliterate what she said because I didn't understand. I have found too a difference between imperfections I put in my work, and what the characters do, that doesn't make sense but needs further thought and clarification. Sunday night I started to believe in them again in the old way, and I have believed since.
There are a few things in Red Rose I put down without understanding, and some I still don't understand. It will have to rest for a while, like bread, before I try revising it again. The title was something I didn't understand until the very end, and then I felt proud of it. Red Rose, sort of to be reckoned with Bloody Mary or Bloody Blanche. I liked that very much.
So, I want to tell you, that wherever I'm at in life, and not necessarily making a grand success of anything at the moment, today I believe in unicorns again, I believe in Germaine and Gisele, and that one day I will see the places I've seen and people I've met in my mind. It is not original to me, it's not what I'm making up, it does come from somewhere outside of me, and that is why I feel uneasy when I spend too much time doing things I do make up, like graphic work or crafts.
I have realized with every book I've written that I will put things down that don't make sense to me, but fall into place later. There was something that Hildegarde (now Germaine) said in the very first draft that I have kept through all of these drafts, and only yesterday I realized what she meant. I felt like that sentence remained because I did respect her enough not to obliterate what she said because I didn't understand. I have found too a difference between imperfections I put in my work, and what the characters do, that doesn't make sense but needs further thought and clarification. Sunday night I started to believe in them again in the old way, and I have believed since.
There are a few things in Red Rose I put down without understanding, and some I still don't understand. It will have to rest for a while, like bread, before I try revising it again. The title was something I didn't understand until the very end, and then I felt proud of it. Red Rose, sort of to be reckoned with Bloody Mary or Bloody Blanche. I liked that very much.
So, I want to tell you, that wherever I'm at in life, and not necessarily making a grand success of anything at the moment, today I believe in unicorns again, I believe in Germaine and Gisele, and that one day I will see the places I've seen and people I've met in my mind. It is not original to me, it's not what I'm making up, it does come from somewhere outside of me, and that is why I feel uneasy when I spend too much time doing things I do make up, like graphic work or crafts.