I can't seem to stick to the one story. I stop, I write and I move on.
It's almost like a "fear of narrative commitment"! It has to STOP.
I have decided to try a new strategy. I am going to keep the whole world of my story a secret. All my characters and narratives and places...all secret. I won't even be telling my husband.
It seems that once I tell...the story just - floats away -
It is my new years resolution and it is so bloody hard! I hate secrets and I hate surprises.
There is a sort of agony in suffering alone with these characters. It is my duty, sometimes, to play havoc with their lives- let them fall of the proverbial edge, and not even extend a hand to catch them.
But it is also wonderful, like having imaginary friends all over again. I often wonder, do other people think in imagined narratives throughout the day? About characters that they haven't met and places they haven't been?
Anyway, shhhhh. I'm not telling a scrap! And this one will be finished my years end, so help me!