Origins of Blue Lines manuscript…Part 2.3
… The Definition of Insanity cont.
In my attempts to keep my blog schedule consistent, I have to move in a different direction, but also keep with the nature and idea and essence of the origins of my manuscript. While brainstorming about this installment, I thought that 1) I had drifted off course last week, and ended up rambling; 2) tried to focus on my responsibility in the path I walked along to get to the point of writing my manuscript. If I were writing today, a great title, or a song title rather, that best describes this work would be “Intuition,” by Feist (if you are reading on MySpace it is in my playlist).
“And it’s impossible to tell
How important something was
And what you might have missed out on
And how it might have changed it all…
…Did I miss out on you.”
These lines perfectly sum up my situation, and why I wrote. When something does not happen, in this case a relationship, you are always left to wonder…what if? Therefore I used that “what if,” as the crux of finally taking the few pages that I had written, and determining the story, and true structure of my work. I looked back at what I did wrong, or what I did not do. I did not have that opportunity to fix what was not done, thus Blue Lines.