As to the writing I accomplished, I now have scads of pads filled with scribbled script. During this marathon I discovered that something I had always heard about writing was true. Script writers and novelists, who create characters from imagination, have told about how the personalities of the people who populate their stories 'came alive' as they wrote. It was a discovery process, not so much a pre-planned one.
I am writing memoir, so the characters are real. But as I wrote in the third floor garret of the guest house, overlooking the Ohio River, I discovered new things that seemed to just pop out unexpectedly as I put pen to paper. For example, a lady I had worked with in Tennessee told me a story about her husband's death. I remembered her story just as I was writing a particular chapter and added the incident. It fit perfectly, and I saw how important it was for me to hear about her husband's vision of Jesus in the Holy Eucharist, even though I had not realized it at the time. I hope to finish part one as soon as possible; it's the part about faith in the faith, film, fences trilogy.