I admit it, I always tend to start out addicted to these things (Xanga used to be the thing for me - no more, dang it) and then, when I find little to no time to keep them up, they fade out of my life and my make believe audience is left not knowing the ending.
Then again, there's no ending yet anyway. And it's not about the ending, silly goose, it's about the telling of the story.
So, wordcount for yesterday: 11,152! Thank God I squeezed out a few more words from my little story that is, you guessed it, totally not going anywhere. For some reason, though, I'm not terribly worried. The characters are, I hope, 'realistic' enough to have enough background material to keep me rambling on for a while. But, like I was telling Cathy the other day, there's that fine, fine line between 'literary fiction' and downright angst. One's the stuff of classics, the other is just abhorrent. I don't want to hate my own writing but, then again, I've been told (not directly, but through a lot of famous quotes) that the writing process does involve a lot of hatred on the part of the writer.
Ahh... delicious quotes:
“Writing a book is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement; then it becomes a mistress, and then it becomes a master, and then a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster, and fling him out to the public.” - Winston Churchill
Here's a good one: “Every writer I know has trouble writing.” - Joseph Heller
"I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within." - Gustave Flaubert
Allright, I should really go do something else.
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