Going on a ten day vacation didn’t help things. The writing has been in a state of stalemate since we left, and (having given myself an extended deadline of the end of May to catch up) I have yet to get myself back into metaverse-creation-mode.

Conflicting priorities? Maybe.

The problem, I think, is plot. It is May, after all. I have written forty-thousand words (though I should be closing in on fifty) right now. I would have imagined, however loosely that was, that something of a focus may have emerged from the efforts. And, to be fair, it has.

But, think of it like this; a plot is like a bit of string. String is made up of a dozen or so threads. And those threads are made up of a multitude of little fibers that have been strung and twisted together.

Got that image in your head? It’s a metaphor, but it’s important to the next bit.

The ‘Project’ is an effort of collecting bits of (metaphorical) fibers; a character is defined here, a setting is realized there, a feeling, an event, an emotion, a bit of technology, or purpose, or meaning — all defined by rough words into the machine. And that great. Fibers are the whole point. But some of my later posts were a little more than just fibers. They were a bit of mental spinning, pulling some of those fibers and rubbing between two fingers to twist and knot them into bundles, threads.

So, now I have these threads. And where do we go from there? You’d almost suggest it was an easy thing to make string: but I’m not sure I’m ready to take that plunge yet. I’m not sure the ‘Project’ could handle it. And something tells me that my err — my overstep, if you will — was constructing threads, before I’ve collected enough fibers.

Lost, yet? What I’m alluding to is that three weeks off (sans writing, though not sans thinking) has provided me with some perspective, and I’m going to take a step backwards before I rev back into writing mode again.

More fibers. Fewer threads. Definitely no strings. At least for now.