You write down your story, or someone’s story, and before you know it, you have close to two thousand words. then you stop and take a long hard look at it, and you’re back down to nine hundred. Then little by little it grows again, building layers to become a tightly wound ball of bud that you hope will be picked and opened by a reader and viewed as something of beauty. Beauty of story, or of storyteller’s technique. Something that will please the picker.
I have little problem driving, but I have a lot of problems reading the road signs. I get lost easy, and if I make a wrong turn, follow it out for miles before I realize it. How do you find your way back, lose your fear of making the wrong turn again, take those side roads but get back on course after exploring a bit?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
1. Recognizing you’re lost is the first step
2. Finding the way back is easy due to breadcrumbs
The worst part is accepting how far back you must sometimes trudge.