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Sometimes I keep the story simple. It goes: Melbourne. Then being a Haemophiliac. Having a bicycle. And bad knees. And taking pilates classes. With a holiday. Sitting on the bike seat.
Other times it's an extended cut. Nine years of welfare work. Performing poetry. Some place to hide. An empty desert flat. Head full of holes. Fundraising. Thin skin. Slippery grip on a will to live. Awareness.
There are other angles on the same journey, Hepatitis C. Interferon. Sore thighs. Hollow eyes. Lonely hands. Strange spaces. Urban exploration. Restricted areas. Dark. Discovering the muscles.
There are small parts made large. Inhibitors anti-bodies, relationships open, solipsism, my weight, how much I still carry, temperature ranges, a disassembling cycle. The parts exposed.
Your story is what you leave you out, how you collect and display the details, what questions the tale asks, what answers it seeks.
The best stories don't answer all your questions, or tell you what to think. Sometimes the writing tells too much, and the pacing drags.
Your story is always the short version. Life is written that way. Don't lose your authors voice in the details.
Above all, you gotta keep it interesting.
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-Peace.
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