I've been thinking about beefing up the content on this blog. The inanity is starting to overwhelm the insanity now that I'm no longer gallivanting all about the Continent. I also want to try my hand at other writing styles; as much as I love my fantasy child that is my all-consuming project, I need to pull myself out of that headspace every once in a while.
The genre of creative non-fiction was tossed around me during the Writer's Retreat last year; I wrote about my overwhelming childhood fear of velociraptors. It was humorous, I suppose, with a tinge of the self-deprecation that colors my self-dialogue. It was new and different, and I want to experiment with the genre again.
So, I'm proposing a new mini-series. My life can be condensed into a series of unconscious facial expressions; bewilderment, confusion, disdain, disbelief, etc. etc. I'm going to play with the creative non-fiction using the basis of the different facial expressions I perceive when I'm introduced to other people. We'll see how it goes.
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