The stories inside you can’t be forced out. You have to let them sort of wander out on their own. So the first thing I do when I pick up pencil and paper is to stop, and stare out the window, and daydream. After awhile I start to write a little bit. Then I’ll look out the window again. Some time later, I’ll write a little more. The second thing I write might not even connect to the first thing ... at least as far as I can see at that moment. But I’ll just keep writing bits and pieces of whatever occurs to me.
Later on, I begin to see that these first stray thoughts are connected, and often in a deeply interesting way. At this early stage, I don’t expect to understand any of it well.
|