Something is happening as I write my book. There is a discard pile developing, the writing I am sure won’t fit into the final draft.
These discards aren’t bad or wrong. What they are is a different path through the same tale.
It feels like there are a million ways of telling my tale. For my book to be the best telling, I need to find the path that fits both the story and the kind of writer I am.
Philip Pullman, in his book Daemon Voices: On Stories And Storytelling, talks about the woods and the path. The woods are the biggest picture, everything about and around this tale, whether strongly or vaguely linked. The woods are vast, shadowed in places, bright and open in others, both chaos and order. Somehow I write a path through these woods, and the path becomes my book.
I am a writer who blogs about living a creative life with an open heart. Knowing this about myself helps me choose the path I take through the woods of my book. The woods are the illness and healing I experienced. The path follows my heart’s tale, telling what happened when my heart was besieged by the illness of my body. Telling what happened when my heart declared “no more”, and found a way to break my body free, a way most everyone else told me did not exist. (It does so exist.)
Yes, here is the path I write through the woods. My heart showed me how to heal my body, and how to choose love instead of fear. The path tells how I learned to listen and trust what my heart told me. The path tells how I learned love.
I know there are a million other paths through these woods. For now, for this book, I have found mine.
In this post:
Philip Pullman, Daemon Voices: On Stories And Storytelling, Knopf Doubleday, 2018, page 139: “There are the events, and what you tell about the events. There is the wood and the path.” https://www.philip-pullman.com/
About my discard pile: I always keep the pieces that don’t fit, no matter what writing project I am into. It’s something I learned as an artist, not to toss away what isn’t working. Put it aside, and let time show me if it fits somewhere else.