What the stories demand

There's something wrong. I've been chewing on it for weeks. What bothers me is the stories, my stories. I write what comes out, w/out too specific of a goal since then it may not turn out right. Either way I like that as I write it writes itself, w/in certain parameters. The mind paints as it writes, & each does so differently. When I look at anything, first I see its bare structure. The skeleton of the object, such as rooms, characters & even tones. States of emotion & their interactions w/ others, have their own bones & joints. That's the thing___, my stories are too naked. I go back & add color, because on the first run I focus so much on the pure function of each element of the plot. Now I notice___ my dialogues are only so much as cutting the surface. At first I was very minimal w/ dialogue, because I wanted the scene & character mannerisms to speak louder. This, I'm not sure was understood, but if I am pleased w/ a piece of work there's no need to change it due to another's inability to see a certain use of detail. No, I don't know what makes a good story. All I know is what comes out of me, what it represents & that it is an ever changing process to bring them to life. Now the stories seem near transparent. If they were made of terrycloth I could hold them up to the light & see straight through their woven fabric. Each skeleton has parallel variables & varieties of decoration. What I think needs to happen is___ more decoration. Color & emotion need to be thickened. My characters are psychological formulas, not people! I'm too clinical, & I'm not a fan of lace. This should be interesting to attempt___.

L.