Monday, November 01, 2010

Turning tight circles

Yes, I should be writing a novel. Or an essay.

So instead I'm writing a story from nowhere that is really not part of the plan, but that is too tempting to resist. It's about crisp autumn days, a doctor working out of hours and the server in a deserted cafe.

No, that's not what it's about. That's how it looks from a distance. Up close, there are cakes under glass, plated and wrapped in cling film. A doctor with frizzy hair and tired eyes and a lost relationship. A server with dyed black hair and clear eyes and flawless skin and a bold demeanour.

That's not what it's about either.

Ah. Letting go. Maybe that's what it's about. I'll tell you when I've finished. Just now I'm going to hang around in that empty cafe and see what happens when the silence gets thick.

6 comments:

Jo said...

Sounds good!

Erobintica said...

I'll take a slice of that cake!

writing is writing is writing - it's all good!

Fulani said...

Sounds cool. Sometimes you just get an idea and have to go with it, and ignore what you 'should' be doing. Well, it happens to me anyway. Good luck.

Danielle said...

hey..at least you write no? and it sound slike a good thing to hang out in that cafe...do you need some company while you are here?

Alison Tyler said...

I love when you give little peeks into your process. The end results always dazzle me, of course. But I like the gears in motion best. 'Cause I'm a voyeur and all that.

I'm due to be writing a novella and a handful of stories. Instead, I've been hijacked by a truly evil man—the air crackles with negativity when he comes to town. He won't leave me—at least, my computer—alone right now. He's insisting I write everything down.

XXX,
Alison

Nikki Magennis said...

Aw, thanks Alison. Mostly there isn't really process, just a kind of pinball blundering about effect that sometimes works.

: )

I want to hear more about this evil man, though. What's his name?