So, being SUPER far behind in the creative proccess, today is "Where do I want to go/what do I want to do?" day. Sort of an outline, but also casting a wider net on the ideas that I need to deal with, and what exactly I need to do with them.
But then I realized that with all my ramblings, I run the risk of having lots of spindly arms of "concept" floating about, attached to the center body. It's been drilled into my skull that this isn't good. It needs to connect again and again. I kinda think that's horse huckey, in a way. It was then I noticed that there's a tenant of writing that wants to express itself with as little words as possible. How far would they go? Are they searching for their own name of God? One word which would envoke the pathos and grandeur of existence?
I don't know. But I'm pretty sure I'm not going to write a one-word novel soon.