Writing Fiction

While writing Uta Tulu, I've been keeping in mind much of the lessons learned from Simi's short story calss.

One of the things she has taught me so far, is the importance of writing down one inclusive statement that encircles the major theme running through the story, before getting too far along in the writing process.

The other thing she reminds the budding writer of, is to write about what has great meaning to them. If the author isn't emotionally invested in what they are writing, how can they persuade a reader to become emotionally involved while reading such a story?

The plot for Uta Tulu first came to me from the thunderbolt of thought that, "Every rain drop that ever was, still is." While true, I knew there was more under the surface to scratch.

So in keeping with the wisdom of those who have writen and published their words before me, I've been considering these two important caveats of follow my passion, and clearly define the themes I want to explore while doing so.


Last night I was awarded in my dreams a deeper insight to Uta Tulu.

This morning I was able to jot down some impressions, from which I was able to flesh out the underlining theme I was intuitively trying to articulate.

"Time is natures way of keeping everything from happening all at once." -Steven King

The Themes:

1. Nature wastes nothing, but rather weaves what seems lost or destroyed into her succesive cycles, coaxing new life out of what appears to be dead.

2. Everything that ever was, is and will be.

3. The cycles of Nature are reflected in the life cycles evident in each of her created offspring, therefore, the study of nature, is the study of self.

My thematic statement:

Even the smallest most unnoticed parcticle on this globe is necesary to foster the life and well being of the entire planet. The welfare of the whole rests with the harmonious union of the smallest parts of itself. This is a universal truth and can be applied to any system made up of smaller moving individual parts, from the maintenance of a car, to the maintenace of a garden to the maintenance of an individual psyche.

The Story:

This story is a snapshot of the cyclical nature of "being", reflected in the experiences of a single, eternal raindrop from her birth in a Vendian vapor cloud 1.8 million years ago, to her first "fall", and through succesive transformations through the states of being "frozen" to her eventual thaw, and mystical union with a young Leviathan and her joyful evaporation, (or upgathering) into the cloudy realm she first came from.