Sky Writing
The breeze off the water cooled my sweaty skin. I’d been at this for a couple of hours. The radio, instead of blaring rock and roll or wailing blues, my usual fare, soared in a crescendo of piano runs composed by Chopin. The sweeping strains of music helped me with my writing. As the music rose to a peak, I pulled in my right arm, relaxed the left, letting the straining lines unwind. With a final flourish, the kite bowed over the crowd, its tails whistling over their ducking heads, putting the final punctuation on my poem in the sky
Erin, a friend of mine took 7 years to write the last third of his novel. His fans got a wee bit impatient. His affectionate name for it was Tree Killer, since it was so long.
How much time does it take to paint a picture? Sometimes inspiration keeps you up all night, sometimes it's taking a long vacation in napsville. I've given this a great deal of thought, and as hard as I try to churn out 2000 words a night, it just doesn't work that way, for me. I can churn out 6000 in a sitting once a story has my brain in its teeth.
Some writers write on a schedule, and their brains turn on from 2pm to 8pm, some write when the iron is hot. You'll find your own pace and become comfy with it.
Allyson - if I understand your deadline properly you only have to do ~500 words a night (counting from the time you first discovered you were 9,000 short) to make it. Don't know if a tiny fragment every day fits into your style either.
I kinda figured it would be an arbitrary answer -- which is obscurely comforting.
t- and Sail, insent!
Thanks, Bev! I had fun with this one.
I'm looking forward to the update, Erin. Unfortunatley, after work I have to take my car in to have the brakes looked at. Stoopit car, needing maintenance and shit.
::light bulb pops on--bright!::
Erin, could you send it to my work addy? ellen dot morin at etcconnect dot com? Then I could print it out and take it with me. Yes!
Sail, insent to the work addy too.
Oh! So weird -- had Buffy dream last night which involved going into a den of Latino vampires, and I remember riding in the back of a truck with her, teaching her gow to say "Donde esta los vampiros?"
