It’s taken a few attempts to get this done. Frankly, for any writer, that isn’t news. Writing is ultimately the process of writing, editing, rewriting, tearing your hair out, screaming, beating the wall, and writing some more.
A few versions were in my head, a few on paper (or screen, as it were). And now there’s this. I think I’m calling this the final attempt. No matter what. Especially, given the technical issues I seem to be encountering.
It started with this idea about how I was going to talk about the Renaissance Faire I went to this weekend. About how I had never gone before and what I saw, experienced, and so on. It was going to end with an observation about the camaraderie I saw there and how it’s interesting that all these people who take this Renaissance thing so seriously have found – created – a place where they can go and be themselves. Whether that’s a fairy (or is it faerie?), a noble person, a pirate or the queen, everyone had a place there. It was awkward at times. I couldn’t always tell who was the hired help and who was a visitor. Lots of costumes.
So, I started writing the post and decided to start out with something about how technology was amazing. How I was sitting in my car, typing with a bluetooth keyboard, and I had air conditioning. That spiraled into some kind of crazy paragraph. Then I was trying to figure out how to link it to the whole Renaissance Faire thing and I started discussing how some of the merchants took credit cards and had Square on their phones to do so and isn’t that cool and blah, blah, blah. It was quite a mess and I couldn’t figure out how to get back to the faire stuff.
In my head I was thinking about how this could lead to a great post on the importance of editing and planning in writing, even for a casual blog post. But, I never got around to that. It’s still in my head. Given how much I “edit” and “plan” these blog posts, it feels a little disingenuous for me to talk about the process. Like I should be an authority but really? Who am I kidding.
Which has led me to this mess of a post. Probably because it’s the end of the day and it’s late and excuses, excuses. It does give fabulous insight into how a writer’s mind wanders. I am absolutely convinced that ll these different things that are somehow connected. I just have to find the common thread that links them all together. Like a good plot. All these odd, random, seemingly unrelated things are related somehow, someway. It’s up to me figure out how and to make it work. To make it really. Like the people at the Renaissance Faire. They absolutely believe it’s real, so I can, too.
Partly Writing 