I have a definite writing process.
First I put down the basics. Where’m I starting and where do I want to end?
Then I add details. Every minute little thing I can think of. Color. Taste. Smell. Boring incidental distractions. Adding and adding, until it resembles a bloated carcass.
Then I start carving, cutting, deleting. Bringing her down to something toned and athletic. Then I cut more, give her a spit shine & a polish.
It’s the long way around, for sure, but it’s the way that works for me. And apparently, I’m building my life the exact same way.
I know where I’m starting & where I want to end up.
I’ve added every little thing, every big thing, every damn thing I can squeeze into 24/7/365. Then I added some more and while my life doesn’t resemble a bloated carcass, it did become unmanageable and I was fast approaching meltdown.
So, I started to carve, cut, delete, eliminate and bring her back down to something that fits. That’s where we are now. The carve and cut stage.
This method won’t work for everyone. The cousins knew what they wanted right out of the gate. I don’t know what I want until I can’t handle what I have. The journey’s a little longer on this road, but it works for me.
