Creepy Aunt? Portrait of Jacqueline Boage, by Sergius Pauser
Continuing with the first ‘Ailine’ chapter. Passages written two years ago are now being reworked, so I have the words (lucky me). I now have to make pictures: dramatic scenes that best illustrate my purpose (I wonder what that is?). Show, don’t tell. But why is it that I never know exactly what I am going to write until I sit down and do it? I did not envision the scene I have just written (sometimes I act it all in my head before I write, and even then the words are different); nor did I ‘see’ the text (again, I know when I’m ‘ready’ to write when I actually see the words printed in my mind). Today’s thousand words simply happened. Perhaps Ailine has been waiting to be written for a very long time.