Ok so, where were we?
Ah yes, I hated it.
I needed a stronger narrative! I needed to look for links in my writing, some common ground that would tell some kind of story that people could relate to. I needed to remove myself enough without losing myself, not an easy task but definitely needed.
I started going back over the text I had already selected and underlined some recurring words, phrases, any common themes I could find. I knew from the start I was telling a love story, that much was obvious, but I needed it to be more than that.
I noticed a huge amount of seasonal references, after all, I had written these pieces of text at various times of the year, talk of blooms, summer skies, falling leaves and bare branches. Talk of death and of life, stripping love back to its bare bones, waves crashing against rib cages and clouds filling skulls…
I had found it.
My book would tell the story of the life and death of love, a relationship through a seasonal cycle, winter through to winter.
I needed my book to be genderless, ageless, referring to myself using only skeletal terms, using what every human being has in common, the bones under our skin.
I began again.