November 10th, 2006

david bowie black tie - sosostris2012

writing and rewriting

Last night we raced. My writing group, I mean, or a portion thereof: specifically, stillsostrange, leahbobet, cpolk, and me. The idea is that one sets a wordcount goal and tries to get there as fast as possible. But, yanno, everybody wins, because everybody gets a couple or four pages of writing done.

It can be helpful, because it does force me to get words on the page without worrying too much about whether they're the right words. As I've learned more about craft, and in specific come to understand the way my brain works, I have realized that I do not think, or generate narrative, in anything like a linear fashion. Which means that I have to translate my thought process for the less random/intuitive in the crowd. I posted an animated .gif a while back showing how the editorial process worked on some old text.

Anyway, what comes out when I write that way is true zeroth draft. And then I spend just as much time revising it as I would have spent writing it if I wrote it slowly and painstakingly the first time. But it's on the page, and sometimes that's what matters.

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Revolting, innit?


bear by san

it's time to leave her dreams on the underground

Progress notes for 9 & 10 November 2006:


New Words:  3,547
Total Words: 12,394
Pages: 53
Deadline: Dec 31
Reason for stopping: end of scene, enough for today, need to figure out the next scene.

Stimulants:  Smartfood
Exercise: walked up around Elizabeth Park, and actually found a whole new part of the park I didn't know existed.
Songs mutilated: Leaving on a Jet Plane, Take it Easy, Horse With No Name, Heart of Gold, House of the Rising Sun (I can almost make House of the Rising Sun sound like a song. This is because it has no G major. G major is my bete noir.)
Mammalian assistance: Mebd stole my water and my cheese popcorn.
Mail: Locus!

Today's words Word don't know: divideness, beaky, kohled, overpronunciation, Irishness, fireless, corsetry, rentboys,

Mean Things: Abby Irene made Sebastien help perform an anal swab on a cadaver. My characters get to keep no dignity.

There's always one more quirk in the character: Sebastien is really quite unflappable. Which, after 1100 years, you'd expect.
Other writing-related work: none
The Internet is full of Things: Your ass, sir?
The glamour!: Still eating that soup. Mm, soup.