If they can do it...

A wise writer once said to me
"There's no such thing as writer's block.
Only writer's embarrassment."

Words to live and write by.

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The truth is out there... some of it is even in my blogs.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

In which the plot thickens

Well now, reading Stephen King always gives me the courage to go on and put random thoughts out where people can read them. I'm working through the last of the Gunslinger series, and I still marvel at the wealth of unnecessary detail he chucks into a chapter. He writes it just as he thinks it, and if he goes back to edit, I see no sign of it. So maybe if I spew forth, I too can write four gazillion books. I think I said this before, but really, in terms of this blog and the NaNoWriMo,and the getting stuff done, I'm using him as my role model. In terms of getting stuff that is publishable, well... obviously he's publishable, but I expect any reasonable editor out there would laught hysterically at an unknown name trying to put out something like what I'm reading. But then, I tend to think that of half the stuff I read today, so maybe there's something in it. I still maintain that the secret to commercial success is not to be a good writer, but to be a good storyteller.

I'm still a tad under the weather I think. I'm definitely moving into the seriously sleep-deprived realms at any rate. But maybe I'll sleep better tonight. Last night I kept waking up trying to reorganize my schedule for the previous day. A bit late for that, but my mind worried at it and worried at it like a dog with a bone. And when I do sleep, it's that weird sort of waking sleep, where you seem to be overly aware of everything going on around you, but you aren't really awake. Your mind seems clear, but then it isn't really. So anyway, I've been up since about 3 am this morning. Wonder if it's hormones or what.

I'm putting in random paragraph breaks because otherwise my eyes will meld together looking at the type on the page even if I'm not reading it. So I'm thinking seriously now of what I want to write for the nanowrimo. I went to the library today, but it's too late in the evening to find the books I want (have to stay with kids, get kids home, etc- no real browsing time) but I think I'm going to base the plot on some combination of O&E and D&P. (Is that Greek to you? That's ok... you don't need to know more than that right now...) That way the basic outline is ready-made.

Next job will be to work on the characters. They're not cutouts, and they'll be a little different, but that, of course, is what will make it all work out. Location, too, I'll need to think about, but I'll have to get out my books first. Oh, for the record, this is the underworld story we're talking about.

Ok, losing track of how long I've been writing here. Had to stop a couple times. Sorry, I really really cannot write when there is the threat of someone hanging over my shoulder. Drives me batty. (Not that driving me batty is too hard, mind you. Most things seem to drive me batty these days... But I digress, even if digressing is part of the point I think I've said enough on that for the time being.) It's been at least 10 minutes, though, so I'll churn onward for another five. And no, I don't care I'm mixed numbers with number words.

I think the odd headache I'm having, which has been for several days now, is mostly sleep deprivation. I'm tired of tired of tired.... Well, I think I'll head to bed. Wish me no dreams, thanks. I need some quiet tonight, and my dreams have not been kind. (I guess the one advantage of morning pages is that you can capture your dreams... maybe I'll start with 5 mins in the morning doing the dream stuff, and then 15 in the evening doing the daily brain worry-bone dump.....)

Now this really is goodnight, since my eyelids are closing....

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