Telling a story--orally recounting events which have a beginning, middle, and end--often proves difficult to me. I tend to digress, to veer, to start to make other connections. What once was a straight line from point A to point B becomes as elaborate a mental topography as those Family Circus panels, where we'd follow the weaving, zigzagged dashed lines of Billy's journey to the store. I begin at point A and wander away, crossing back only to find I'm spinning the opposite way before finally regaining the initial trajectory and finding myself at point B.
Sometimes, I never do get back on track to point B. And so it remains out there in the ether of lost thoughts. Waiting.
Process over product. This is something I keep finding myself aiming at in the past two assignments written for my "History and Research Methods in Rhetoric and Composition" course. The notion of process--HOW we write, how we compose text (whether it is written or spoken text)--versus the notion of product--the text itself, the work of literature or the speech. I find process to be infinitely more intriguing that product. This is true for me in virtually all fields, not just rhet/comp.
I think this preference given to process is what gets me lost on my way to point B so often.
No comments:
Post a Comment