Allyson, backflung. Really powerful essay. I think I said pretty much what Deb said above, if I'm reading her comments right. You just need to clarify where you're going in the essay a little sooner, I think.

What I need to do is Outline X, and state that to prove X I have to prove A, B, C etc in the INTRODUCTION.

That sounds right, although your explanation was confusing to me, but I'm awful at math and logic stuff, so I kept getting lost.

t /dumb

Amy, there are days when I wish I could just shut the fuck up about it, already.

Nah. Like you said, then no Kincaid. And I am a firm believer in writing what wants out.

Thanks so much to both of you!

Yes, Virginia, there really is a thesis statement. Duh.

I'm going back to Composition 101.

I feel like one of those people who calls tech support, hysterical, and when the help desk person comes all the way down to check the problem, finds that the computer is not plugged in.

smacks forehead

And sorry for not proofing before sending. Again, smacks forehead.

I've got a deadline tomorrow, typing up this interview...don't wanna. My honeymoon with the new "gig" did not last long. Blah. Tired of busting my butt for no dead presidents so twelve people can read it. Tired of over-enthusiastic crip chicks and their forty-seven !!! about everything. Tired of always being the loose cannon new guy everywhere I go. Tired of reading people that can't write(Not my interview subject...she is talented and articulate, just the boredom spilling over.) Does not befit the second coming of Leigh Brackett.(/faux flouncing) They don't know what genius rolls among them, that's all.

Tired of over-enthusiastic crip chicks and their forty-seven !!! about everything.

I just choked on coffee. I want to tag it.

Yes, Virginia, there really is a thesis statement. Duh.

That's what always been challenging for me about writing nonfiction, Allyson -- it's not just you. Fiction is a lot easier, in a way, at least for me.

And it's all there, which is the thing. Some of it is just a little obscured.

They don't know what genius rolls among them, that's all.

But we know!

I've been thinking about a television series I'd love to pitch, and the bones are all there, but I find that the meat of it, the characters with their voices that should be so different from mine, is impossible for me to do.

I can't write fiction. At all. It's a different sort of imagination, and I'm rather embarassed to say, I think it's a character flaw on my part.

Writing essays seems an excercise in arrogance. Look at my life and how I see things. Me me me me me. Isn't it so interesting? Am I not just the most special girl?

Add to that my supreme feelings of worthlessness and what you get is insanity in paragraph form.

Isn't it so interesting? Am I not just the most special girl?

Add to that my supreme feelings of worthlessness and what you get is insanity in paragraph form.

I actually totally get that. I've written personal essays from time to time, and I actually have an idea for a book I'd love to do, but I always get stopped cold by the idea that no one will care. I grew up white, middle-class, decently educated, with nary an alcoholic or incident of abuse in my family, you know?

Which, now that I think about it, is not precisely what you were describing, but anyway. What you said reminded me of Buffy's conversation with Holden, actually -- the superiority/inferiority part.

I can't write fiction. At all. It's a different sort of imagination

Well, it isn't as if you don't know fiction writers. Fiction writers, if they're worth their salt, begin with the voice and take it from there. Suggest a collaboration to one/some/all, maybe? And while you're collaborating, you can maybe kick down that damned door, the one that leaves you thinking you don't have anything interesting to say.

Writing essays seems an excercise in arrogance. Look at my life and how I see things. Me me me me me.

But memememe is you sharing something that may open other doors for other people. It's you distilling the essence of something, something in the bright lights or in the basic dailiness (I love Robin's phrase and may have to steal it) that will resonate, echo, ping with someone who picks up your essay, says huh, what's she on about, WHOA, yes, that's right. If you do it right, your mememe becomes themthemthem. And that's what writing - essay or fiction - is supposed to do.

Isn't it so interesting? Am I not just the most special girl?

Yes, to both. And see above - the point isn't that you're special, it's that you just let someone reading get through the tollgate for free, so they could find their own road.

Yes, Virginia, there really is a thesis statement. Duh.

I think I shall print this out in 64 point type and hang it above my computer monitor.

ETA: But I may tie it onto a cluestick and thwap myself over the head a few times with it first.

You could tag it if you want, Allyson. About the only time I'd !!! that much right now? "Did you hear the news? Cheney's dead!!!" I'm just not big with that sort of...outpouring. And now I work remotely with people that do that, and want to "network" with my invisible friends. I was tempted to reply "He's happily married. I'm not sure he's into that." But as Belzer says, to myself I said that. I'm constantly the woman without a country, everywhere I go. People have suggested I write a full-length memoir, but I've not done very much yet...it's gonna take more than "It can think and everything!" to get me to the desk every day. And my expectations are all out of whack from people getting blown away that I don't wake up every day going "Nope. Can't walk today either."