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The funny thing about this blog is, when I originally started it, the point of it was that I would begin maintaining it while still an unpublished, learning author. I would continue to maintain it all the way down the path to fame and glory (because I am, if nothing else, a stubborn optimist).
It’s a fun thought. I like that you could have people saying “He’s a god! A lord of fiction! The words seem to move on the page, and move in my very soul! It’s like he’s in my room!”
And you, after the long internal debate about whether you want such people to notice you when you speak, are able to pipe up and say “Yes, all that, but back in 2006, did you know he wrote blog entries in his underwear? Or dropped boiling tea water on himself as he tried to balance a bowl of raman noodles on top of his cup, while opening the door, because he is only human, fiction god though he may be, and it just didn’t work.
(I know what you’re asking. I can see the raised eyebrows. No to the first line, yes to the second one. And yes, it really did hurt. And yes, those were grown-up words I was using while hopping around in pain.)
What I quickly realized was that if you maintain a blog around the purpose of “follow author from hack to height!” what you mostly get are blog entries like this.
June 2, 2006: Wrote 25 words. Hate them. Am drinking heavily.
June 5, 2006: Erased 26 words. Hate me. Want to die.
June 7, 2006: I wrote 5,000 words of masterpiece! They’re genius! They have nothing to do with my story, but I don’t care! Happy day!
(If you’re wondering if any of these are true, only the last one, I assure you, and even that one is fairly exaggerated. Usually, it’s more of a perplexed well, that’s interesting, I guess I can write a short story on the side really quick…than anything.)
This isn’t really a blog entry about anything, I’m afraid. Just chatter. I haven’t done any productive writing today, because I’m very tired. This really puts a dampener in my plans to write at least 5,000 (preferably 8-10,000 words like I did yesterday) every day until I had hammered out a first draft of my novel.
They say that writing is a craft, which I happen to agree with. It’s like carpentry. As such, they also say that you should just work at it ‘till it’s done, with no “I don’t feel like it” along the way. This is more or less true, but I bet even if the carpenter worked another full time job and had a family to look after*, he would find himself moving a little slower building that house, some days.
Oh, I discovered Evil Editor’s blog today. It makes me really happy, and it goes on the list just below Miss Snark and Neil Gaiman. It’s given me much more practical advice than Miss Snark, however (who has more or less shown me the reaction I can expect if I write something stupid and send it to an agent, which has put the fear of God in me). It may find itself bumped up the list.
I’m sure there’s something productive I could do—
--There. That decides it. I just reached for my cell phone to answer a message, and in the process, I dropped my glasses, a partial manuscript, and about two dollars in loose pennies, many of which I have just discovered are covered in gum.
(I know you type, you’re so nosey. All right, I checked. It’s Extra Watermelon flavor gum. All right?)
* This is a blatant lie. I look after nothing. I cannot get a cup of tea through the doorway on my own. I’m proud of my ability to be fully dressed when I walk out the door. That took years. My wife runs the house like she’s running a battallion, and in gratitude, I do such things as spend an evening watching Must Love Dogs with her. That said, I still will force her to watch the first four episodes of The Flash: Complete Television Series.
It’s a fun thought. I like that you could have people saying “He’s a god! A lord of fiction! The words seem to move on the page, and move in my very soul! It’s like he’s in my room!”
And you, after the long internal debate about whether you want such people to notice you when you speak, are able to pipe up and say “Yes, all that, but back in 2006, did you know he wrote blog entries in his underwear? Or dropped boiling tea water on himself as he tried to balance a bowl of raman noodles on top of his cup, while opening the door, because he is only human, fiction god though he may be, and it just didn’t work.
(I know what you’re asking. I can see the raised eyebrows. No to the first line, yes to the second one. And yes, it really did hurt. And yes, those were grown-up words I was using while hopping around in pain.)
What I quickly realized was that if you maintain a blog around the purpose of “follow author from hack to height!” what you mostly get are blog entries like this.
June 2, 2006: Wrote 25 words. Hate them. Am drinking heavily.
June 5, 2006: Erased 26 words. Hate me. Want to die.
June 7, 2006: I wrote 5,000 words of masterpiece! They’re genius! They have nothing to do with my story, but I don’t care! Happy day!
(If you’re wondering if any of these are true, only the last one, I assure you, and even that one is fairly exaggerated. Usually, it’s more of a perplexed well, that’s interesting, I guess I can write a short story on the side really quick…than anything.)
This isn’t really a blog entry about anything, I’m afraid. Just chatter. I haven’t done any productive writing today, because I’m very tired. This really puts a dampener in my plans to write at least 5,000 (preferably 8-10,000 words like I did yesterday) every day until I had hammered out a first draft of my novel.
They say that writing is a craft, which I happen to agree with. It’s like carpentry. As such, they also say that you should just work at it ‘till it’s done, with no “I don’t feel like it” along the way. This is more or less true, but I bet even if the carpenter worked another full time job and had a family to look after*, he would find himself moving a little slower building that house, some days.
Oh, I discovered Evil Editor’s blog today. It makes me really happy, and it goes on the list just below Miss Snark and Neil Gaiman. It’s given me much more practical advice than Miss Snark, however (who has more or less shown me the reaction I can expect if I write something stupid and send it to an agent, which has put the fear of God in me). It may find itself bumped up the list.
I’m sure there’s something productive I could do—
--There. That decides it. I just reached for my cell phone to answer a message, and in the process, I dropped my glasses, a partial manuscript, and about two dollars in loose pennies, many of which I have just discovered are covered in gum.
(I know you type, you’re so nosey. All right, I checked. It’s Extra Watermelon flavor gum. All right?)
* This is a blatant lie. I look after nothing. I cannot get a cup of tea through the doorway on my own. I’m proud of my ability to be fully dressed when I walk out the door. That took years. My wife runs the house like she’s running a battallion, and in gratitude, I do such things as spend an evening watching Must Love Dogs with her. That said, I still will force her to watch the first four episodes of The Flash: Complete Television Series.
posted by Pete Tzinski at 6/12/2006 09:20:00 PM
2 Comments:
This is why I don't try to do a "writing" blog. I'd rather just have fun. - you're doing a great job of that, btw! Um, am I supposed to be nagging you about your WIP progress today?
Watermelon gum? Ick!
Evil Editor rocks...
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