Sunday, June 17, 2012
I think here's the problem with the book I'm writing. I think I'm trying to control the story instead of just writing the characters and letting them live the story. It's like I'm in a big parking lot pushing a line of thirty shopping carts. I'm trying to steer them and they're not cooperating. I need to quit trying to steer. After all, I'm not working for Wal Mart where the manager expects to have all his carts in the proper place; I'm writing a book, where I won't get fired if they end up on the other end of the parking lot, and if I run them into a Corvette, it's OK, it's my Corvette because it's in my head. Maybe I'll end up at the taco truck in front of the Home Depot and get some carne asada, or maybe I'll end up in the middle of Rosedale Highway and get run over. Whatever; I need to just push the carts and just see where they go. If I don't like it, I don't have to use it, but I may end up someplace unexpected and better than what I was planning.