I'll give it up for now, I'll put it in a drawer.
Tried for hours (with interruptions, I admit) to keep writing on that thing... my oldest story-telling attempt. It had a German form (in terms of language, but most of all in terms of perspective/rhythm) for many years. And in 2009 I started to translate, transform everything into English. That helped, got me out of a one way road, possibilities emerged. And yesterday in class (Creative Writing) a new idea rushed through me... And I worked on it last night, developed it. And today that I have to polish it, there is no feeling for it, no connection, no passion. Which sucks, 'cause the idea is quite good.
The whole story, the general plot, is split up into six; six points of view, constructed like six different stories... and in the end the reader finds out: it's six times the same event.
I love the idea of tricking a reader, of causing an awe. I get a kick out of it. And now that I have this notion how to accomplish it (= the idea)... I'm missing the actual urge to do it. It is self-pity time! Time for yogurt.
PS.: On another note... going to voice-record one of my stories... tried it already. Hate my voice. Have practice my stress, my vowels and my consonants. Am excited.
Text: Marianne Jaffke, (C) 2010