One of my main memories of Toronto is a pair of beautiful Italian boots that definitely did not fit, and the shoe salesman who was determined to make them.
Which is to say: there is some very good advice out there, and wise friends who give it to me. But while I can intellectually appreciate it, and sort of clomp around in it, the advice — like shoes — often needs either wearing in, or to be reworked into a shape that fits the way I think. It took me a while (and some frustrated friends) to work that out.
That is what this little series of theories has been about.
- Narrative Theory #1 – Cats
- Narrative Theory #2 — Sharks
- A Personal Theory of Editing — Combs and Cars
- First Draft Theory: Traps
- First Draft Theory #2: Hopscotch
One of the uses of the observation journal has been working out how to make advice fit, or how to wriggle into it. But more of that soon — there was a missing week in the middle that I’ve just scanned and processed.