Well, this winter break has not been nearly as productive as I'd hoped. In my naivete I foolishly believed that I would be able to get some writing done while I'm at home in Georgia. Not so. Perhaps its the absence of routine and familiarity that's got me all constipated creatively, but I've grown pretty good at reassuring myself that it's alright. I'm just pulling a Hemmingway and letting things build in my unconscious for a little while before I get back to Colorado and let them explode on paper!
I've tried to compensate for my flagging creative output by doing a lot of reading and thinking, so to speak, about fiction. I'm very interested in manifestos at present, and in my spare time I've been compiling a list of what I deem to be fiction's 'responsibilities'. I'm not sure my attitude toward art and literature is really conducive to a manifesto--I've always been more interested in process than with form--but I'm trying. One thing I've discovered is that writing intelligent non-fiction is INFINITELY more difficult than writing fiction. Maybe it's because I haven't done it in so long; the process is all hazy and less intuitive. But once I finish my little manifesto I will be sure to post it here. Happy Holidays until then!
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