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International embarass yourself as an artist day

Okay, I double-dog dare you. Go ahead and post the awfullest, grottiest, ancientest piece of juvenilia you still have a word processor that will open. I'll wait.

Then we can all congratulate ourselves on how far we've come.

1994. I have learned something in the past four million words after all.Collapse )

A complete short story, from the trunk. Just say no to frame narratives. Just say no.

I'm actually posting this because I was just chatting with truepenny about how one thing I did not get out of the box was a coherent ability to rub my thoughts together. You know that whole "just stop thinking and write" thing they tell you to do? I can't do it; my thought process is too disjointed, as anybody who has heard me talk in person can attest. I don't get flow. I have to go back and put the line of direction and the narrative connections in. So the middle above is me working as hard as I possibly can to make sense... and about seven tenths of the story just isn't on the page. So sad.

I recycled the mirror in something else, though.

Right, as for why I posted this story, well. After mentioning it to Sarah, I thought some of the aspiring writers out there might find it encouraging. It's terrible. I know it's terrible. (Fortunately for me, this was Roundly Rejected By Everyone. I have an even worse story that saw print, but I won't tell you where or when or what it was called. I have a copy of the anthology, though, as a reminder to myself that I have in fact improved.)

The horrible thing about this story is that I wasn't cynical about it when I wrote it. It was the best I could do. I believed in it. It had an important and complex thematic resolution I was killing myself to get on the page. And you know, that's the really horrible thing about the Million Words of Shit.

See, those words only count if they're your very best words when you write them. You have to believe in them. You have to be spilling your guts. No holding back. No "writing to learn." Writing, with everything you have, even if it's terrible.

If you don't commit, you don't improve. Like any lover, the muse can tell if you're faking it so that it doesn't hurt so much when you fail. And she will scorn you for it.

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Circa age 14 ansty pre-gothdom:

"Bury me at midnight, beneath a shadowed moon
Let no tear-strained voices moan a melancholy tune."

Thank God I can't remember the rest.
The oldest thing I have in electronic form is actually already on the 'net here. Hells, every story on that site is juvenilia... the most recent piece is from 1996. I like them, but they're none of 'em publishable (and every single one was done for a class of some sort, only one of which was an actual creative writing class) . The old piece, linked above, is probably the worst; it's only there because it's a prequel-of-sorts to one of the other stories.

Damn. I need new content, don't I?
the question is the answer.

omm
Um, do school assignments count? The oldest thing I could find is from 1978, to the assignment "Write a fourth act for A Doll's House. I actually got an A-.
I posted it here.
brave peg!
Double dog dare accepted. Hideousness here.

Not that I'm not still writing utter dreck now. Not that I don't have a frame narrative story in my drafts box that I still want to fix...

Okay! Found it!

I found the file with the first short story I ever submitted for publication! I've just pasted it into my LJ.

Liz, the Poet

apologies to the rhyme scheme


Done.

http://chibent.livejournal.com/40011.html

A horrid little poem in which I mixed metaphors like a metaphor-mixing thing.

Is there a drink called a Mixed Metaphor? If not, there should be.

Re: apologies to the rhyme scheme

One part Fuzzy Navel, one part Sex on the Beach. Stir with a pencil.
The stuff that can be opened by existing word processors is fine; for true juvenalia, I had to go back to my alma mater's old bitnet server my old hardcopy notebook.
Scalzi sent me... (not the password? OK....)

Anyway, I'm not a known fiction writer, but I am close to being done writing my first novel. So, in celebration, I've posted a 17-year-old story fragment (I can't claim it was juvenalia as I was 32 when I wrote it):

http://www.dpsinfo.com/novelexperiment/weekend.html
Good for you!!!
The sad part is the really bad stuff was written on a (gasp!) TYPEWRITER. True, true, true.

I'm afraid (sadly) that most of the old stuff that I have on disk isn't too embarrassing. Well, not much...
For some reason, the terrible story my best friend and I wrote in high school together is still up on our website. We are such fools.

http://plaiddragon.net/Plots/stories/andy1.html

"See, those words only count if they're your very best words when you write them. You have to believe in them. You have to be spilling your guts. No holding back. No "writing to learn." Writing, with everything you have, even if it's terrible.

If you don't commit, you don't improve. Like any lover, the muse can tell if you're faking it so that it doesn't hurt so much when you fail. And she will scorn you for it."

Sigh. At this rate, then, at least another 10 years to go before I finish that million words of shit.
That reminds me, I have to burn alot of 10-year old poetry when I get back to my apartment...
The horrible thing about this story is that I wasn't cynical about it when I wrote it. It was the best I could do. I believed in it. It had an important and complex thematic resolution I was killing myself to get on the page. And you know, that's the really horrible thing about the Million Words of Shit.

See, those words only count if they're your very best words when you write them. You have to believe in them. You have to be spilling your guts. No holding back. No "writing to learn." Writing, with everything you have, even if it's terrible.

If you don't commit, you don't improve. Like any lover, the muse can tell if you're faking it so that it doesn't hurt so much when you fail. And she will scorn you for it.


...that's oddly reassuring, actually.

It's also exactly what I needed to hear, right now, and more for the clue-phone-ness of it than the reassurance. So thanks.
Thank you!
It's been interesting to read the posts generated by this. Some very nice stuff, actually. (And some that was hard to get through.)
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