Rest Area

A new Geonarrative has been installed.  In three parts, "Rest Area" is a flash fiction that unfolds along I-70 and I-29:

Part One:  Lat. 38.829193. Long. -91.05007

Part Two:  38.994460, -93.586185

Part Three:  41.500821, -95.903094

Road trip, anyone?

Son of Bride of Geonarrative

After a long hiatus, Son of Bride of Geonarrative returns!  I'll be installing a new Geonarrative called "Rest Area" as I travel up to Vermilion, SD for a few days of craft talks and readings!  I'll v-blog it for you and post coordinates.  Stay tuned!

Inching closer....

And you know what this means....

Obstacles and Revisions

A summer update:

There was little time to write in the Spring, and much of the Project underwent revision as I considered audience and a much more PG-rated version of the story I'd had in mind.

Postcards were written.  Half of them were sent.

Caches were ordered.

And then the research began.  Geocaching.com will only upload coordinates if one has the permission of the landowner.  I had hoped to hide a piece or two in LeClaire Park.  No problem, right?  Email the City of Edwardsville and ask permission to locate a story cache.  But the City of Edwardsville says they don't allow geocaching, and Geocaching.com won't allow me to upload a GPS coordinate without permission.

Le sigh.

I'm hoping to secure permission from some property owners I know, but that will entail more revision -- the location dictates the story, and the story has to resonate with the geography.  

On the upside, though, it's an interesting formal constraint, like writing a sonnet or a villanelle.  I like writing to deadlines (though you wouldn't know it from this project!), and word counts, and prompts and forms.  It intrigues me that local ordinances will dictate the flow of this piece as much as the landscape, as much as my mind.  Saying Yes to the Universe in sunny Edwardsville, yours always, dear reader,

G

Secret Origins, Part One

Each Spring, the College of Arts and Sciences holds a Colloquium on a different topic -- one year it was Thinking about Evolution, one year it was Thinking About America.  And for every Colloquium, creative writing faculty and students get together and run a lightning-round reading, ten or eleven readers in about fifty minutes. I like writing something new for each topic.  I work well with formal constraints, and deadlines.  If you are an editor and want to get me to write something for you, please issue the challenge of a title and a word count and a deadline.  And the promise of payment.  ;)

In 2012, the topic was "Thinking About Space."  I started writing at first in a typical vein for me, pop culture mashups, blenderized prose.  Here is my first start:

Will Robinson is an old man on an asteroid wearing a crinkly spacesuit and sitting in a recliner watching the stars.  Behind him The Robot is singing in his deep baritone while he refines fuel out of asteroid rocks.  When I say that Will Robinson is an old man I mean that he has outlived his parents and Don and Judy and Penny and Gleep the space monkey.   It is hard to know if he has outlived Dr. Smith since he disappeared in the Unfortunate Incident with the Space-Time Continuum Box. Sometimes a TARDIS wobbles by overhead.  Sometimes the sky is filled with TARDISII, though they are all the same TARDIS.  Sometimes thinking about time is thinking about space. 

I was that kid obsessed with Lost in Space, in love with my fuzzy orange and black velour shirt because it made me feel like I was one of the Robinsons.  For a while, I toyed with something essayish:

My very favorite show when I was a boy was Lost in Space.  I would watch it wearing my favorite orange and black striped velour shirt.  The Space Family Robinson were marooned again and again, planet after planet.  Each time they set up gardens, mined ore, repaired their vessel, made a little identical home of each new space.  

Did I mention how much I loved that shirt?   But all of this seemed kind of easy, expected -- I was getting a little tired of my slipstreamy pomo riffery, and the obviousness of the Lost in Space essay.  I started thinking about story, about space, about the ways that narrative was almost always in temporal motion, but fixed in space (book, computer screen, Kindle, etc.).  I jotted down these notes:

A spot on a map is a marker of space, a fixed point, unwavering.  Time is like the silk scarves knotted together which we pull from the empty sleeve of space. A page is a space, and sentences are the silk scarves that we pull through it.

That was a starting point, a way for me to start thinking about a new way to tell stories.  What if space was as central to the narrative as time?  What would that look like?

That would look like Secret Origins, Part Two....

Son of Geonarrative

Where the heck is my Geonarrative?, I hear you thinking.  Indeed!, we here at Geonarrative Headquarters exclaim!  Also, fasten your seatbelts!  Geonarrative ahoy.

Also, note to self, do not be disingenuous on official Geonarrative Project Blog.  So:

During a particularly dysthymic winter, I struggled with a particular writing problem.  The first drafts of the first story I had in mind had to do with several characters in a particularly adult, post-divorce love triangle.  There was a specifically sexual dynamic to the triangle, and some of it as written was a little bit explicit.  

Normally, I wouldn't think twice about publishing a story with explicit sexual scenes.  I'd send it to a literary magazine, knowing that magazine would have an adult audience well-versed in reading literary fiction that might need to explore particularly sexual relationships on the page.

But one of the Kickstarter backers asked me if she could take her daughter on a geocache hunt for the story, and I realized immediately that I was making a narrative that anyone with a GPS device could and would access.  My sense of audience shifted rather radically.

And once I started writing for an all-ages, open-access audience, the content changed, and once the content started to move around, my conception of the narrative as a whole shifted around.  And then I started thinking about teh ways that Geonarrative as a medium could and should shape the narrative, and the story changed again.

So.  It's warm again.  My dysthymia seems to have abated.  There's a new narrative almost done.  Tomorrow, I'll give a sneak preview to the backers of one of the pieces I'll be installing.  And in the next week or two, with a camera-person by my side, I'll record the installation of the first piece, and the Zombie-Proof Thank You.  Welcome back.  Geonarrative is greenlit once again.

Will be on KDHX 88.1 tonight around 9:30 discussing Geonarrative, and reading some unrelated zombie fiction.  Tune in, or stream it at kdhx.org.  Indpeendent music plays there! :)