Landslide

[Julie Miele]

Welcome to my teeny writing space on this great big, world-wide-wonder.


Here's the link to my story:

"Landslide"

My Map


So, I'm taking this class in technology and writing, and our instructors "made us" use this super-new site called Hypertextopia. And although I'm a techo-phobe, I've experimented anyway. What I've found is that this is kind of an interesting site, one where you can work in pieces, creating larger, more intricate stories from their smaller parts. One of the things I struggle with when I write is making everything make sense. Because it's my existence, I understand how things all fit together. I find that everything is important, everything is part of the whole, every tale must be told. Yet, when one writes, they must make decisions as to what's most important, what makes the most sense, what the most important story to tell is.

Hypertextopia provides an interesting space wherein you don't need to make all of your ends meet. A story no longer needs to be one complete, tidy narrative; rather, it can split - like the subject, like the experiences, like the lessons - into different paths and journeys you can follow or not follow. And you, the reader, are free to experience what you will and to make your own connections.

It's an interesting little invention. Kudos to Jeremy, the creator.

You'll see if you read my story that I've only created one off-shoot from the original tale (I wanted to create more and use shards, but I spent most of my time developing the story, not tinkering with the technology.) There are zillions more off-shoots, and I will probably continue to develop them - perhaps into a memoir - throughout the summer. Really, the moment captured in this piece is part of a much, much larger tale. The moment here was really just the beginning of a mystical and life-altering transformation. So if it seems trivial, it's because it was only the beginning. The bulk of the story comes after ...

Feel free to send me a response, comment, or suggestions for development if you'd like.

Julie

[Aileen Malave]

Julie
Reading these stories kept me with my eyes wide open. It was like watching an action movie. I'm so glad that everything turned out fine in that car accident. Then reading of the special love experience in your life made my heart beat and sighed and said to myself "what ever happened to that type of love?" Does that even exist anymore?. Does he have a brother? <<

But seriously, your story was very moving and this afternoon has been fabulous reading all of these wonderful stories, don't you think?

[Julie]

Wow. I can't really do justice to your writing in a comment. What's strong for me right now is your voice, how powerful and truthful each fragment is. The writing is what's important here, not the technology. I wonder how it is that we reinvent ourselves after the moments in our lives that have made us come apart into what feels like a bajillion pieces. And yet we do. Where does that strength come from?