{"id":15706,"date":"2007-04-01T09:20:00","date_gmt":"2007-04-01T13:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/hameblog\/2007\/04\/01\/clumping\/"},"modified":"2025-09-12T07:49:46","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T10:49:46","slug":"clumping","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/2007\/04\/01\/clumping\/","title":{"rendered":"Clumping"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>EEK! Today I reached an exciting and a frightening stage in working on my novel: it&#8217;s coming together into a story.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Ideas have been forming in my mind like bubbles in champagne, but now they&#8217;re bumping into each other, joining, forming something larger &#8212; which is the story. This afternoon I used my writing session to commit to mapping out these half-ideas and asking myself just what sort of story this is. I haven&#8217;t got the plot yet, but I&#8217;m getting a real sense of the arc of it, who&#8217;s in it, and the overall tone.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Stephen King said that &#8220;Stories are relics, part of an undiscovered pre-existing world.&#8221; This feels true: you find the story inside yourself (or out in the world). But there&#8217;s another component to it, which is <em>commitment:<\/em> there&#8217;s a point in the process where you have to commit to what&#8217;s emerging, make choices about it. &#8216;This&#8217; not &#8216;that&#8217;. What&#8217;s uncomfortable is that, in committing, the story goes from being <em>all possible books<\/em> to being <em>one book<\/em>.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<div class=\"blogger-post-footer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-content\/uploads\/posts\/975\/clumping0.jpg.webp\" alt=\"\"><\/div><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>EEK! Today I reached an exciting and a frightening stage in working on my novel: it&#8217;s coming together into a story. Ideas have been forming in my mind like bubbles in champagne, but now they&#8217;re bumping into each other, joining, forming something larger &#8212; which is the story. This afternoon I used my writing session [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15706","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15706","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15706"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15706\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15706"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15706"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15706"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}