I’ve been working on a non-fiction project since the first of the year (Sooper Sekrit Project #1). I wrote the bits and pieces of it in a notebook and nearly filled the thing up before I called it done enough to type up what I had.
So I typed up what I had.
And then I added more to the notebook, but I haven’t typed any of that up because what I’ve added isn’t done yet.
And then I jotted down some other ideas for it, but haven’t expanded on them yet.
And then I thought even more about the project.
And the only thing I can honestly say is that I have no idea what it’s going to be.
All of the bits and pieces and ideas and words and sentences and paragraphs and pages put together just add up to a mishmash of something with no real center or direction. I think it’s all good and useable and it all relates to each other, but it doesn’t exactly all go together, you know what I mean? It just doesn’t know what it wants to be.
I keep feeding it. It keeps growing. But it’s not assuming any kind of shape.
I think it might be the Blob.
I hope I can figure it out before I have to freeze it and drop it in Antarctica.