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But first. Seriously, one of the weirdest pictures/stories I've ever seen. A baby born with two faces in India. Poor little thing. But doesn't it make your mind wander into story territory? And then you feel disgusted with yourself? Because after all, it is a human being that will have to live with all the stares etc for the rest of its life. Although the villagers are worshipping it as the incarnation of a god. So maybe it's not all bad. Ok slap me now. Here's the link: Villagers Worship Baby Born with 2 Faces
Now on to the main attraction. You know you've taken a wrong turn in life when you're in unfamiliar territory, when things haven't turned out as you planned, when you've lost your way.
See where I'm going with this? You know you've taken a wrong turn in writing a story for the same reasons. Sometimes that wrong turn turns out to be a right turn. And the story flourishes and grows in a way you didn't expect, and is much better for its growth.
But sometimes it results in a loss of the story you had planned and it ends up being not a good thing. I knew this yesterday when my prose became stilted stage direction and the dialog cardboard. I thought for a moment the words on the screen were going to rise up and walk offstage in protest. It was that bad. Fortunately it was so bad it didn't take a rocket scientist to see what was happening, so I was able to end my writing session knowing where that wrong turn occurred. Today I plan to go back and head in the right direction.
*getting out my road map*
Now on to the main attraction. You know you've taken a wrong turn in life when you're in unfamiliar territory, when things haven't turned out as you planned, when you've lost your way.
See where I'm going with this? You know you've taken a wrong turn in writing a story for the same reasons. Sometimes that wrong turn turns out to be a right turn. And the story flourishes and grows in a way you didn't expect, and is much better for its growth.
But sometimes it results in a loss of the story you had planned and it ends up being not a good thing. I knew this yesterday when my prose became stilted stage direction and the dialog cardboard. I thought for a moment the words on the screen were going to rise up and walk offstage in protest. It was that bad. Fortunately it was so bad it didn't take a rocket scientist to see what was happening, so I was able to end my writing session knowing where that wrong turn occurred. Today I plan to go back and head in the right direction.
*getting out my road map*
