Christ. I have to start all over again.
Skipped on over to Anna's blog today. Found the link to Destina's links for writing, and like a crazed Asian mother searching her daughter's room for questionable 'material', I go through my stories. Punctuation seems to be passable. Flinch. Hmmm, how very long your sentences are, the better to drag your attention with, my darling. Horrors, I've used the same metaphors and mirrors!
Break all your mirrors.
Not just as a healthy way to live your life, but I honestly did not know that mirrors were frowned upon in writing. Oh, innocence.
My favorites were James Patrick Kelly's "Murder Your Darlings," and CJ Cherryh's Writing Advice, particularly the parting shot - "No Rule Should be Followed Off a Cliff."
That made me feel a little better.
It always happens, I write something, it becomes my pet, my baby, my Island Disc and I can't think of anything but it for months. Then I take off the glasses, find a good place to sit, read through using one of the guides I've picked up, and I see unneccessary shedding, mange, a harelip, a distressing color and scratches on the vinyl. My baby becomes aged before her time and glares at me resentfully, smoking a cheap clove cigarette in one hand and a crack pipe in the other.
Of course, I get over it. But, that initial moment - that slap in the face of Oh My God, I've done Everything Wrong and Why Doesn't Anyone Understand the voices in MY Head...and Eunice blowing smoke rings at me (I've decided to name the baby Eunice. It fits.)
I realize that I'm as self absorbed as my characters. As most human beings are.
It still doesn't mean it's right.
speaking of said characters -- while the celibate life is all well and dandy for me, they are not. Between Mad Sex Fiends and Sisters of Mercy Austerity, I suppose. I'm also contemplating writing a gay love scene and have no idea where to start, as I seem to be lacking the equipment.
Hmm. Phone call to Paul, post haste. One of us will be exceedingly drunk, I imagine.
away from the writer's attic - Frou Frou and Supergrass. New album from my boys. The other, Beth Orton if she wore that red dress every night and drank cider in a bedsit with tinkling lights and Ella on the player. I'm very fond of "Breathe in."
musical pollution: The New Foo Fighters Single. Really, who do you think you're kidding?
Skipped on over to Anna's blog today. Found the link to Destina's links for writing, and like a crazed Asian mother searching her daughter's room for questionable 'material', I go through my stories. Punctuation seems to be passable. Flinch. Hmmm, how very long your sentences are, the better to drag your attention with, my darling. Horrors, I've used the same metaphors and mirrors!
Break all your mirrors.
Not just as a healthy way to live your life, but I honestly did not know that mirrors were frowned upon in writing. Oh, innocence.
My favorites were James Patrick Kelly's "Murder Your Darlings," and CJ Cherryh's Writing Advice, particularly the parting shot - "No Rule Should be Followed Off a Cliff."
That made me feel a little better.
It always happens, I write something, it becomes my pet, my baby, my Island Disc and I can't think of anything but it for months. Then I take off the glasses, find a good place to sit, read through using one of the guides I've picked up, and I see unneccessary shedding, mange, a harelip, a distressing color and scratches on the vinyl. My baby becomes aged before her time and glares at me resentfully, smoking a cheap clove cigarette in one hand and a crack pipe in the other.
Of course, I get over it. But, that initial moment - that slap in the face of Oh My God, I've done Everything Wrong and Why Doesn't Anyone Understand the voices in MY Head...and Eunice blowing smoke rings at me (I've decided to name the baby Eunice. It fits.)
I realize that I'm as self absorbed as my characters. As most human beings are.
It still doesn't mean it's right.
speaking of said characters -- while the celibate life is all well and dandy for me, they are not. Between Mad Sex Fiends and Sisters of Mercy Austerity, I suppose. I'm also contemplating writing a gay love scene and have no idea where to start, as I seem to be lacking the equipment.
Hmm. Phone call to Paul, post haste. One of us will be exceedingly drunk, I imagine.
away from the writer's attic - Frou Frou and Supergrass. New album from my boys. The other, Beth Orton if she wore that red dress every night and drank cider in a bedsit with tinkling lights and Ella on the player. I'm very fond of "Breathe in."
musical pollution: The New Foo Fighters Single. Really, who do you think you're kidding?
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