Around 18 months ago I was struck with an idea for a novella with the title, The Gospel of Judas.  Here it is, the better part of two years later, and I've written several thousand words.  Several thousand useless, useless words.  None of what I've written is cohesive.  Some of it is rather coherent, sure, but nothing fits with anything to compose any kind of structure.  Even rudimentary structure would be something to work with.  Alas, all I have is a stack of consciousness streams with no confluences.  So I had this idea....

          The truth is, I haven't exercised these muscles for more than a few years.  The muscles that allow you to hold an idea complete in your mind and then, over time, disseminate and translate and transfer that singular thing into, say a hundred pages of text.  So my idea was to begin a workout program,  wherein I choose one idea, possibly random, and write a short essay about it every single week.  An essay, of course, is composed of no fewer than three paragraphs, so here we go.

          My hope is, of course, that with a bit of practice, I'll be able to rediscover my more professional literary abilities, and apply them to the creation of my very first masterpiece.  I haven't a clue what sorts of subjects I'll be addressing, but I will be posting something every Sunday or Monday, and always at night.  However, since I enjoy flouting deadlines as a form of rebellion and assertion of prowess, virtually nothing I've claimed above can truly be relied upon.



Catch me if you can!

Zoki