the power of story

With a sort of lightning swiftness i move through the new book and soon will be into the second. It started with me not knowing where it was going, but now it seems it was going into an old story, a story I didn't know how to continue. It took me ten years nearly to span this bridge. Storywise, the pieces I've found give this new novel a depth and a history it was looking for. The old story is given a fullness and a continuity I was never able to bring it to inthe original form. This is mainly because i had not lived it. The book was written by a virgin and needed to be finished by a sexual, homosexual man. The book was written by someone quite young and starting to look for a new way. It needed to be completed by someone well on that way. I was making a divorce from the world around me. The book needed to be completed in another world after I had finally broken with that first.

Now while I work on it I see how much it trule is my story, how the two stories, one current and looking back, on written a while ago and not knowing where to go are two parts of my story and uniting them, I am finding a unity in me. That is part of the power of writing and reading and living in a story.