Dear Sir or Madam: will you read my book?
Nov. 4th, 2003 08:50 pmI didn't mean to be a NaNoWriMo failure. I mean, I signed up with only the best of intentions. But considering that I couldn't even maintain the RaveTen from week to week, it was probably inevitable that I'd be sitting here four days into November without one word to my credit. I feel like a mud flap.
But still, I really want to honor the month somehow, one way or another, So I'm filtering through all those writing projects that I've promised myself I'd do Someday but never get around to doing, and I'm thinking that this may be a good time to actually put duff to chair, fingers to keyboard and nose to grindstone, quit my belly-achin' and write. The trouble is, now I'm on information overload because every prospective project seems to carry equal weight. So, if y'all don't mind, I thought I'd think out loud a bit, so to speak, and try to decide where to point my out-of-focus brain this month:
Stormwatch: My current Best Hope. Based (very) loosely on Lauren, my ex. More specifically, based on my time with her at the very beginning, and my fascination with stories she'd tell about her friends and her coming to believe that a malevolent force was drawing near. It's not a true story, though, not by a long shot; some of the places it will go will get decidedly dark, and not really incharacter for either of us. I have nine handwritten pages finished, and it's the best writing I've ever done, but I haven't a clue where it's going next. We'll see.
Caleb: A short story I couldn't finish, transformed into a novel I can't start. It's a one-sentence premise: What if a ten-month-old baby, still in the babbling stage, speaks one clear, understandable, profound sentence, totally out of the clear blue, and then nothing? The story was abandoned because I couldn't get a grip on the tone, which oscillated from whimsical to disturbing, and because there were far more loose ends to tie up than I realized. This was going to be my NaNoWriMo project, but honestly, I need to do a lot more pondering.
Saturday: An experiment in non-linear writing, following several characters as their parallel stories overlap each other. Too gimmicky and not fully realized, but fun.
The Child Ballads: Blame
rafaela for this one. I'd sometimes half-tinkered with the idea of doing a series of short stories wherein each one is based upon one of the Child Ballads; now, having read some of her stuff, I'm beginning to warm to the idea even more. The closest I've come to this was the Bold Willie Taylor screenplay, but at this point anything's possible. More ambitious than I'm prepared to handle, I think, but might be an interesting group project. Anyone want in?
erotica: Not a specific project per se, so much as an ongoing interest. Nothing like being single in a town that's largely devoid of interesting playmates to get one's creative juices, uh, flowing, if that's the term. Just good clean fun (and apparently something I'm not half bad at, if the minority who've read my stuff are to be believed). Watch this space.
whatever fool idea pops into my head next: It'll happen. It usually does.
But still, I really want to honor the month somehow, one way or another, So I'm filtering through all those writing projects that I've promised myself I'd do Someday but never get around to doing, and I'm thinking that this may be a good time to actually put duff to chair, fingers to keyboard and nose to grindstone, quit my belly-achin' and write. The trouble is, now I'm on information overload because every prospective project seems to carry equal weight. So, if y'all don't mind, I thought I'd think out loud a bit, so to speak, and try to decide where to point my out-of-focus brain this month:
Stormwatch: My current Best Hope. Based (very) loosely on Lauren, my ex. More specifically, based on my time with her at the very beginning, and my fascination with stories she'd tell about her friends and her coming to believe that a malevolent force was drawing near. It's not a true story, though, not by a long shot; some of the places it will go will get decidedly dark, and not really incharacter for either of us. I have nine handwritten pages finished, and it's the best writing I've ever done, but I haven't a clue where it's going next. We'll see.
Caleb: A short story I couldn't finish, transformed into a novel I can't start. It's a one-sentence premise: What if a ten-month-old baby, still in the babbling stage, speaks one clear, understandable, profound sentence, totally out of the clear blue, and then nothing? The story was abandoned because I couldn't get a grip on the tone, which oscillated from whimsical to disturbing, and because there were far more loose ends to tie up than I realized. This was going to be my NaNoWriMo project, but honestly, I need to do a lot more pondering.
Saturday: An experiment in non-linear writing, following several characters as their parallel stories overlap each other. Too gimmicky and not fully realized, but fun.
The Child Ballads: Blame
erotica: Not a specific project per se, so much as an ongoing interest. Nothing like being single in a town that's largely devoid of interesting playmates to get one's creative juices, uh, flowing, if that's the term. Just good clean fun (and apparently something I'm not half bad at, if the minority who've read my stuff are to be believed). Watch this space.
whatever fool idea pops into my head next: It'll happen. It usually does.
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Date: 2003-11-04 07:57 pm (UTC)Like um, one of those sexy chick mud flaps? Because then... woo!
i think you should write erotica about me.
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Date: 2003-11-04 08:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-04 08:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-06 06:00 pm (UTC)Are you gonna do the Balkanized-America one too?