Let me say that again: so much is unknown. oy vey.
And, as much as this place is frustrating, it is also thrilling -- thrilling. I'm making connections left and right, up and down, over and under. I'm scrambling to keep up with them, I'm shouting A-HA! and grinning with delight. I'm groaning and tearing my hair out. I'm moving forward, back, stalled, forward again. I go to bed thinking about the story, and I wake up with inklings, phrases, full sentences waiting for me. I leap out of bed to capture them.
This morning's sentence: "I am in love with Thor Heyedahl and I want to set sail on Kon-Tiki."
BUT. I have learned to be ever-faithful to these gifts that float up from the subconscious. I wrote that sentence down. Let's see what happens.
In the meantime, I suit up and show up. Here I am, at the page. I am beginning to understand my story. I take notes and put them right into the manuscript, at this stage. It's similar to how I work with notebooks and is perhaps the evolution or next stage of that.
Perhaps I'll be brave enough to share that process with you soon. I want you to meet Sunny. She's twelve, and she's nothing short of amazing. I'm not sure she's in love with Thor Heyerdahl (I was), but she makes me laugh, and that counts for a lot.
Happy Weekend, y'all. Stay cool. Don't know how it is where you are, but Hotlanta is earning its nickname this summer.