That story that was so exciting to write in the last week of November... I'm re-reading it now and seeing all its flaws. It's about a hidden refuge, and for many years (on and off, as I've been working on this story on and off for a long, long, time) the story itself has been a refuge me, a place where I escape in my mind. But lately it hasn't been my refuge; it's been more my...nemesis. It's like this place has become too interwoven with years of dreams and imaginings that I can't capture it with words - at least not cohesively. Only bits and pieces. The spirit of the story is elusive... what I write is pale and awkward in comparison.
But I've been through enough ups and downs now with writing (and life!) that I know "this too shall pass" - inspiration will come around again. With patience and lots of word-smithing, the flaws that I can't see past right now can slowly be turned into something that lets the passion shine through.
I've learned a few tricks to help the inspiration along, thanks to other bloggers who have shared their own ups and downs. My favorite discovery this year was the story love list. I compiled a love list for my science fiction story back in September and hope if I put one together for this elusive refuge it might help my words get a little closer to the vision in my head.
It's set in Alaska because Alaska has so much remote wilderness I figured it would be a great setting for a bunch of mythical creatures trying to keep themselves secret and hidden from the rest of the world.
Here's my list of things I love about this novel:
1. taiga - isn't that a neat word? it's a Russian word for the northern boreal forest
|Nabsena road, Wrangell-St Elias National Park|
2. old log cabins
4. picking blueberries
5. lofts you can only reach with a ladder
8. dreamy late afternoon light slanting through a forest
9. northern lights
10. mythical creatures
12. kerosene lanterns
13. pontoon planes
15. a ghost fox
16, forget-me-not flowers
17. pieces of poems
But true love is a durable fire,
In the mind ever burning
Never sick, never old, never dead
From itself never turning
18. eighteen hours of sunshine a day