Saturday, October 25, 2008

I'm writing, I'm writing /Spongebob voice

I wrote the rest of the suggestions and edits made by writing group.  Now I just have to add my own corrections from the notes I took.  Then do one more set of dialog, and I think I might be nearing done.  Then of course, all over again, sentence edits. 

It's interesting how I know which suggestions I will use almost immediately, and those I don't warm to at all.  I don't want to make this a romance story, which it isn't at all.  Just because people can find love doesn't necessarily mean you need to show graphic sex.  The story is about the world ending, not someone getting laid.  (Of course you know it happens, but still)  Some suggestions lead toward that romance style.  Eurgh.   I don't want to write what I know I can't write, I would rather work on those things I need to improve and can see the light.  I don't like beating my head on walls.  No win there.  I want subtlety even if the story isn't.  I want the images to unfold with some amount of nuance.  If you are writing of a harsh person, or one with harsh deeds, I'm not convinced you can't do that without refinement.  I dunno.  Still learning here.  I will keep it all in mind.

Maybe at some point I might even get to the Napowrimo poems to edit.  Now that I am in editing mode.  There is great satisfaction in that.  Joy and glee in the writing, satisfaction in the editing.  

Have a good one. Thanks for reading.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Extreme ways

First set of edits on Ch. 3 and 4 done.  Better now.  I will get through the first set then move to the second, and then do another pass of my own.

An hour and a half can pass in a soft blink when you aren't paying attention.  ::blinks::

Now back to reading American Hardcore which I have been reading on and off all day.   A reminder of my younger days around Detroit.  (20 years+ can pass in a blink which I am still not used to btw)  Aww youth.  Always wondered what happened to some of these people.  Some dead, some lawyers, interesting mix of endings!  It wasn't just me that fell out of it in 86.  Seems everyone else did too.  I moved away and didn't have a car, so I couldn't take part.  Seems it all fell apart.

Friday, October 17, 2008


Today is the first day I felt I had a right to update here.  It has been a while for multiple reasons.  Too many to count.  Anyhow, I started editing into the story the changes suggested by my now-defunct writing group (until the end of a semester supposedly).  I got several sections done on Don't Make Me Dance All Night.  This made me very happy.  I love watching the tightening of a story, how it grows from within and blooms out.  The first section that I was pretty happy with to start is better now.  I get to fix it.

Interesting too is how the story is seen by others, and the suggestions they offer.  Some I like and help so much with the improvement, and some just don't feel right for the story.  They would be great for another story, but not this one.

Oh, and one word edited on a poem.  I thought of Joyce, and his back and forth with words over a day or a  morning.  That is so funny.  I wish I had his words.  There is a line in a song I love, Road to Joy by Bright Eyes, "well I could have been a famous singer if I had someone else's voice but failures always sounded better..lets fuck it up boys, make some noise."  I get that completely.

Have a good one.

Oh look!!:

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Pogues to get the day moving.

(Shane looks remarkably like Michael Phelps here.)


Thursday, October 02, 2008

In what respect Charlie?

From Slate by way of some one else, forgotten now for the numerous tabs: Sarah Palin's poetry. Her and other recent non-poet poets ought to get together and have a slam. Not in the political arena, but in the poetry arena.

In this corner, for Alaska, Saaaarrrrraaaahhhh Paaalllliiinnnn....