So, I think I've just come up with the most pretentious description of writing ever (...is just saying that pretentious?). Or maybe it's not pretentious. Maybe it really is as wonderful and lovely and flow-y as it sounds in my head but then again, my head is a strange place, much like the instep of a kangaroo. Or the mind of a chihuahua. And it came from my mind, so obviously I'm going to like it.
Well, not obviously. But it is nearing 1 in the morning, so bear with me, eh?
But, yes. I was feeling rather creative, mainly because of
biggrstaffbunch's latest fic, so this is what I came up with:
Destroy your darlings, precious, and cut it to the quick and the crunch like the tang between your teeth, the vital and the lovely because you need it and so do they. Yes, they, your readers—if you have them—nibbling on commas and asterisks and “slope of the paling moon” and a character’s sideways glance meant to ensnare, pull in, keep coaxing and pulling until they’re on the warmest ice and butter and please, you think, please, as their thoughts sift through your words and you think please, just please come back for one more bite and another, another, another, until finally, finally, you’ve reached the core.
...And I will now skitter off maybe sleep and maybe finally write the second to last scene of my novel or maybe just sit here for no reason at all and, you know, veg.
*Waves*
Ta, mates!
Well, not obviously. But it is nearing 1 in the morning, so bear with me, eh?
But, yes. I was feeling rather creative, mainly because of
Destroy your darlings, precious, and cut it to the quick and the crunch like the tang between your teeth, the vital and the lovely because you need it and so do they. Yes, they, your readers—if you have them—nibbling on commas and asterisks and “slope of the paling moon” and a character’s sideways glance meant to ensnare, pull in, keep coaxing and pulling until they’re on the warmest ice and butter and please, you think, please, as their thoughts sift through your words and you think please, just please come back for one more bite and another, another, another, until finally, finally, you’ve reached the core.
...And I will now skitter off maybe sleep and maybe finally write the second to last scene of my novel or maybe just sit here for no reason at all and, you know, veg.
*Waves*
Ta, mates!
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Date: 2008-02-08 06:10 am (UTC)Novel? Im coming into your life late...novel! I can't wait to hear more...
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Date: 2008-02-08 06:23 am (UTC)Oh dear, the novel. I started it as my senior project last year and have actually almost finished (first draft, anyway), which is scary but rather awesome. Basically, it's about a time traveling (...nope, no DW influence at all!) Merchant who's a good person, really, who sometimes, well, isn't all that much of a good person. And he messes up (repeatedly), and meets this gal named Sandra who helps him out, and there's all sorts of lovely supernatural business and mini-paradoxes and an actual paradox and trades and a completely pointless trip to a graveyard in 19th century France. And far too much talking, half of which I'm probably going to need to cut. @_@
So, um, yes... Welcome to my lj. Hopefully my sudden burst of manic typing has not scared you away. :)