so i took another look at "the project" last night, and read a little more Fruitflesh this morning.
all that brought me to this: what am i trying to write, really?
am i capable of writing a novel right now? should i stick to short stories? i think any ambitious works of fiction would take some real workshopping to come to fruition.
am i fighting a proclivity towards memoir, diarist prose, and/or some kind of instructive / inspirational work?
maybe i'd be better off kicking out a screenplay?
do i need to mix all of the above into some new stew?
i'm thinking, not repressing. still, i wonder what i might be doing since this thing isn't taking any discernible shape or form beyond characters introducing themselves at length.
i've also become aware that i haven't truly tapped into the essence of my
writing or my identity as a writer since adolescence. mainly because i
spent so much time trying not to write. there's some juicy issues in there...
back to scribbling...