All these writing exercises, many under time constraints – “Please do a character development, using dialogue and no description, for the next 12 minutes” – become like unconstrained mini-therapy, without the benefit of professional interpretation.
“You are not the narrator…” Sure I’m not. I’m supposed to connect with my “conscious, make friends with it” and “take a stand in your work”. If I really took a stand everyone in the room would fall down.
I’m learning that artists stand naked. Perhaps that’s why they are hunched over all the time.