"Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead." -Gene Fowler
I think if you just love every word that drops from your fingertips to the page, you're Anne Rice.
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"Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead." -Gene Fowler
I think if you just love every word that drops from your fingertips to the page, you're Anne Rice.
Allyson, I hope the last three chapters go really fast for you, ripping out veins sounds uncomfortable in the extreme.
For those of you who thought I'd left my cookie jar drabbles behind, this follows on right after the very first one I wrote SailAweigh "The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time..." Feb 3, 2008 8:03:41 am PST:
Hat Trick
"Got any spare change, buddy?"
The man glanced at her and then down at her tip jar. Face averted, he entered the McDonald's next to her. Another puffed up high-hatter, eating cheap before blowing half his paycheck in the bars lining State Street. Third one that night, who couldn't even spare a quarter. Her breath puffed out in disgust. She bent over to count the coins in the jar, when a bag was thrust toward her. Off balance, she clutched it to her chest, the smell of warm burgers and fries drifting to her nose.
She met his eyes. "Thanks."
Allyson, here's something to read when you start thinking you can't write: [link]
BTW, Sail, meant to say I really loved how you turned that on its ear. It was lovely. And I could just smell the burgers and fries and damned if I didn't want some Mickey D's fries in that moment.
Barb, I'd wandered through your LJ at one point. I have a candidate for your cabana boys.
Ah, Sebastian. Not only has he been a cabana boy in the past, he was the avatar (in this guise)for Guiile in Adiós
Pretty, pretty Sebastian.
I spotted him not too long ago on Christina promoting something (I wasn't listening closely enough to tell what) that involved him wearing a loin cloth. (I got kinda distracted.)
Heh-- wonder why... The loincloth was probably for the play in which he winds up completely nekkid.
I just finished a revision pass on the first five chapters of the book. I'm starting to worry that I've lost my mind and am missing a whole bunch of things that need fixing. I just sent it off to my feedback angels, and am awaiting a flurry of "Um ... here's this list of stuff you need to work on" email.
Allyson, Sam made a visit to Delaware last week. He was hanging out (literally) under the roof outside of my place of work. I totally meant to take a picture, but I forgot. I could kick myself. Anyway, everyone who saw him thought he was adorable. The pizza guy down the way left some water out for him, which was beyond adorable.
Anyway, just thought you'd like to know. I assume he's on his way across the Atlantic by now.