Where do we store our imagination? Do we go about our days observing our reality only to occasionally dip our toes into the vastlessness of a communal pool of imagination? Are creatives and worldbuilders just siphoning that imagination into sippy cups we all can enjoy while mostly-engaged with reality? The more focus I place on “The Story,” and the more time I spend trying to create it, the more I wonder about these abstract concepts.
I’ve been procrastinating on writing “The Story” because I can’t write concisely nuanced enough yet to do it all justice. There’s an early scene codenamed “The Scene” that drives Trishna (right) and family three hours away to collect John (left). “The Scene,” and therefore “The Story,” would fall flat if I wrote it today. I don’t know when, or if, I’ll develop that skill. Loving the time until then is the only way to succeed.
Words mean nothing if you can’t tell a story. Stories should have a purpose, whether it’s suggesting new ideas or encapsulating authentic emotions, otherwise what’s the point? My writing system helps me write efficiently because everything here ties together, even loosely. I have big ambitions for this recent untitled set of short stories starring Sammohini, a side character in “The Story,” so let’s explore the behind-the-scenes moments I captured while writing “Words Mean Nothing V.”
On a recently bus ride home, I was thinking about the Pay It Forward post, and I realized that I left out a very important piece of information! I got the keys back… how? The phrase “thanks to a membership card” came up. I knew I needed to add that phrase to make it more complete. There’s just one problem. It was done, complete, and published. I edited anyways, which got me thinking: when should we edit old posts?