Friday
May072010
...and then i found twenty bucks.
Friday, May 7, 2010 at 12:00PM
i'm tearing through this novel, mostly thanks to my current work schedule, at breakneck speed, and i'm pretty sure it actually blows.
like it's terrible. it's totally dry, it's got a lot going on, a lot of weird names, and while i'm refraining from allowing more authorial voice than is truly necessary (which would, all around, make it a wreck of epic proportions), it's reading like a montage, without emotional depth and without personal passion.
and yet, it keeps going. it's like swallowing a quarter on a string and slowly dragging it back up.
see that? that was an IMAGE. another thing my story seems to be without. visual punch? pass. artistic flair? who needs it. so why the hell do i keep writing this?
some would say i'm delirious or just desperate to write something, and while both may be correct, it's literally been months since something was flowing like this for me. only, last time it flowed, i was pretty sure it was genius and not utter drivel.
that's the other thing. there really is a story here, a story about three sisters that's pretty good, but it's not being told correctly. yet. so maybe i need to write it all badly and then write it all better? maybe it's better than i think it is (DOUBT IT.)?
{{brief pause while i reread the first chapter}}
and actually, the first chapter isn't sucktastic at all. it's rich and vibrant without being over the top. hm.
maybe i need to get down the whowherewhatwhywhen of the story and then make it pretty?
i'll be honest, when it comes to inspiration, despite the fact that i do ask many questions, i almost never require an answer. i'll keep writing until my inspiration stops abruptly and i'll observe the carnage and try to make some sense of it all. this is kind of my philosophy on life as well, i guess: as long as you're on a ride, keep going. stopping to make sense of it all can sometimes be beneficial, but most often just takes you away from whatever was worth being engrossed in.
i think losing yourself daily is an aim in itself.
i guess i'll let you know what happens. lead on, capricious monkey, lead on.
like it's terrible. it's totally dry, it's got a lot going on, a lot of weird names, and while i'm refraining from allowing more authorial voice than is truly necessary (which would, all around, make it a wreck of epic proportions), it's reading like a montage, without emotional depth and without personal passion.
and yet, it keeps going. it's like swallowing a quarter on a string and slowly dragging it back up.
see that? that was an IMAGE. another thing my story seems to be without. visual punch? pass. artistic flair? who needs it. so why the hell do i keep writing this?
some would say i'm delirious or just desperate to write something, and while both may be correct, it's literally been months since something was flowing like this for me. only, last time it flowed, i was pretty sure it was genius and not utter drivel.
that's the other thing. there really is a story here, a story about three sisters that's pretty good, but it's not being told correctly. yet. so maybe i need to write it all badly and then write it all better? maybe it's better than i think it is (DOUBT IT.)?
{{brief pause while i reread the first chapter}}
and actually, the first chapter isn't sucktastic at all. it's rich and vibrant without being over the top. hm.
maybe i need to get down the whowherewhatwhywhen of the story and then make it pretty?
i'll be honest, when it comes to inspiration, despite the fact that i do ask many questions, i almost never require an answer. i'll keep writing until my inspiration stops abruptly and i'll observe the carnage and try to make some sense of it all. this is kind of my philosophy on life as well, i guess: as long as you're on a ride, keep going. stopping to make sense of it all can sometimes be beneficial, but most often just takes you away from whatever was worth being engrossed in.
i think losing yourself daily is an aim in itself.
i guess i'll let you know what happens. lead on, capricious monkey, lead on.
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