It's been a day of rest, a day of being tired, a day of sleep, a day of church and a day of playing games and a day of finding a corner to try and evaluate where my novel is going and should be going.
I'm at the gaming store now and "The Hunger Games" is playing on the large screen and it's a bit of a distraction but the dark look into the human psyche is acting to help push my imagination.
Dark look into society and humanity.
Which my novel has.
Here is hoping that things get pushed beyond the dark and into hope.
I think the easiest thing possible is for a story to stop at the easy point...which is portray humanity at it's darkest, most disgusting and worthless bits...but find something more.
The humanness of being human.
Making a caricature...some exaggeration of qualities and traits is easy...it's what actors do all the time on stage. But every time out of a thousand you get an actor and role in which something clicks and they are no longer a player playing something but they are the character in the situation.
That is what I wish for my writing to do.
To transcend the normal temptation of leaving things uncomplicated.
So that the characters are allowed to be flat.
But to get somethign more...it takes more.
And to get to that point it requires writing.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Part of Nanowrimo is that forced disicpline that at least ONCE a year I will write a novel.
No matter what,
Because otherwise there will be one less story told that needed to be.
That is my thoughts at least.
Certainly one reason I keep going.
Need.
And the hope that by writing it will do something unique, something special.
Just some random thoughts on the Nano'ing night.
-Matt
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