Sunday, March 26, 2006

Blurring

All but three chapters have been updated and collated. This doesn't mean they don't need rewrites, oh my, they do, but I am caught up. I think this morning's plan to scan the rest at work will be successful. Tuesday that will be. So in the meantime now, fresh story. Funny, or maybe not, but the more I think about this, the more I retain. I need reintroducing to what I remember sometimes because it disappears in the blur of life. So now I will reread everything just to know. I don't always remember what I write. Actually that works because then I can look at it more critically. Which is always necessary. Always. I know this to be true.

Yes indeed, this day has been full.

Scanning and other tortures

It just occurred to me that I can scan my story, what I have already printed out that has the edits I lost in the hard drive death, into an editable PDF and then cut and paste into a word document saving me the hassle of retyping all of the edits word by word, line by line.

I may have to do this rather than wasting time with the picking. Although the story could probably use that attention too. I just don't want to get frustrated with typing. I really don't enjoy that part at all.

I think then I will do fresh writing today rather than the edits I had planned. I like today's new plan.

Perhaps Trapper is ready to come home from vacation now, or maybe Chad will have to suffer a little more. Heh.

Speaking of Chad, I read this yesterday, and #5 immediately made me think of Chad. I will need to read Hal Duncan more often.

Have a great day. Off to torture the darlings.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Pinpoint now

NPR : The Making of Poems

I believe this to be true. Orr has it right. There are as many reasons for the makings of poems as poets, and this is a very good one.

Monday, March 13, 2006

On a wing and a prayer

I just signed up for NaPoWriMo over at PFFA. May the gods help me now. Or rather in April when I will need it.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Pale...butterflies

I am reading Speak, Memory by V. Nabokov. He tells of frolicking through gardens and woods, both as a child and as a grown adult, attempting to catch butterflies with a net.

I cannot get over the image of the man who wrote Lolita frolicking with a butterfly net.

I highly recommend this book. I love being in his head, his life.

Interesting, the spell check on Blogger wants to change Lolita to "lilied". Keeps with the garden theme anyway.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Images and memory

I put up a new image icon. My word cloud for this blog, a few nice words.

In other news, I finally checked my story. When my hard drive died a few weeks ago, I wasn't sure how much of the story I lost. I have hesitated to check, because I wanted to get over the HD death before I fell into what I may have lost. Well, I just checked, and I think I didn’t lose any huge chunks of story, but I did lose all of the corrections and edits I have done recently. I still have the paper copies so redoing these won’t be so bad. I really hope there were no huge chunks amongst those corrections.

I checked several of the chapters and that appears to be the bulk of the damage. The cute little purple jump drive I use to back up my story, seems to be corrupted. There are a few unreadable pages. This is why I started sending the chapters to myself in gmail. Good storage and doesn’t cost anything. Being paranoid sometimes does save your butt.

My method of editing requires printing out everything, after each update, for more revision, but this does insure having a paper copy available in case of death. Heh. Now collating each of these will be taking my time getting one correct copy. Merging of the words. Kinda what I am doing anyway. I guess because I lost so much of this story in my first hard drive death, Thanksgiving ’04, I am less frightened of it. I came back from that. Yes, it is true, that you do come back from such things. It really did amend what I was doing and writing. It turned out to be not a bad thing although I do grieve a few good sentences, a few good images.

Speaking of images, I love My Giant Sticky. See side bar link. What a fun concept to keep those images I want to remember available and not just in stacks where they might be lost or breezed away in the bustle of my life. When I come upon something that becomes a nascent idea/image/plot point for my story, jumping off point, I need to remember it. Probably doesn’t mean a thing to anyone else, but those bits are how I remember. The curtains being closed notation, for example, is how I am going to show a specific scene that, honestly, I wouldn’t know how to write. But that image will work to allow for privacy of character, revelation of character. The one thing writing has shown me, is how much I can’t write, don’t know how, but really want to try. My writing expands, ’tis grown...inspired by...heh

So hopefully today I will get some of that organized. We shall see.

April is impending too. The flowers grow, as do the thoughts of the task of NaPoWriMo. I haven’t seen any takers yet. I haven’t decided it I am going to till that garden. We shall see about that too.

Thanks for reading, and have an incessantly joyful day!