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writing one-eyed jack

mirror in the bathroom recompense for all my crimes of self-defense

"King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree" stands at around 10300 words. I would be at the climax, if I had any idea how they were getting out of this.

44.2 miles to Rivendell. I've walked 413.8 miles since I started keeping track in January. Somehow, I feel like I should be doing better than this, but it may be Internation Be Hard on EBear day, since I certainly am also convinced that this novelette I am writing will never be finished, is boring like a boring thing, and lo, I am made of suck. I feel a little bit like the God Who Climbs. I have always been writing this novelette. I will always be writing this novelette.

By Jove, short fiction is not supposed to take this long to write.

And then, assuming I ever get to the end of it, I will have a Bad Draft, in need of extensive fixing.

Not a crisis, though, Just a normal part of the creative process. Why, yes. I am used to it by now.

If this was easy, it wouldn't be fun.

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Just, you know, don't be the God who Climbs and Falls. That'd suck.
That would be the part where you read the reviews. :-P
That was never a McKinley reference was it?
Of course it was.
I feel your pain. I sweat blood to try and write interesting stories and just when I think I've got them done, I send them to critique where people helpfully point out all the places that require more work because I suck. At least it's not depressing me any more.

And then after a long day I speak to friends and they ask what I've done. So I excitedly tell them of how I'm writing from a different point of view for this story and read them a sample (because nothing exciting happens in my life any more - my highlight yesterday was your high speed car chase), only for them to go "Not sure it works or not, but good luck!"

I feel I should have written enough stories to fill a collection by now, but all I have are bad drafts. I am Lord of Suckage! lol!
Hee.

Yup, that's pretty much the job right there.
I would be at the climax, if I had any idea how they were getting out of this.

It should involve alligators and a train wreck.
A backhoe made of bones.
It should involve alligators and a train wreck.
A backhoe made of bones.

Faerie dust and wanderlust
and badgers far from home.
I am similarly astonished at the time short stuff can take. (At least for me). After labouring over a novel for ages, I thought I'd scheme up a few short story ideas and tackle the most promising.

What with one thing and another, the story required a summer's work.

~D
Yeah, they're bears.

Er.

Metaphorical bears.
Did you happen to note the reading bear tragedy I uncovered in an empty Maine attic?

http://davidkeck.livejournal.com/17288.html

So sad. Bears must be very brave sometimes, I reckon.
Poor bear.