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man yeah, MULHOLLAND DRIVE. had forgot that one. that woman rotting on the bed, though, that and the closet girl from THE RING. don't even like to conjure them in memory.
yeah, days gone by I'd just power through, damn the torpedoes, all that (and I have no real idea what that means, 'damning' the torpoedoes -- shouldn't it really be usefull verb of some kind? or what's that saying even from? it's got have some cultural [ie, movie] import that I've never cued into, I'g guess). but, to get unparenthetical for a moment, unless stacked clauses are also a type of parenthesis, say, with Fast Red Road: that was a novel where I went back through and had to kill all these big wandering 20K word sections, I think. just because there'd be a mistake right at the front of that section, that was frying everything after it. but, as for killing big parts of in-process novels, Seven Spanish Angels ranks top there, for sure: at my then-editor's request, I've torn that novel down to nothing just so many times. I think maybe I go into page numbers over at the Cult interview or somewhere. I'd guess I've written at least 2000 pages just to get a solid 300 there, though. but I guess that's kind of different, too, as it wasn't so much that I was seeing somethign wrong as that my then-editor was, and he held my strings, pretty much. which, don't get me wrong, that's kind of the way it should be, I think. most editor's don't do violence to your novel unless it's for that novel's good, where 'good' is of course measured in sales. which is something, just writing the piece, it's easy to forget about. but, I mean, sure, you're messing with art, mabye even 'Art,' but you can't forget either that you're going to be plunking that Art down into the marketplace, which is the real arbiter of whether what you've written's any good or not. a lot of writers complain about the sales pressure, about the flighty audience, all that, but, the way I see it, the marketplace is the only thing that really keeps us, novelists, in line. I mean, without that pressure to have to appeal, to need to connect, all that, we'd just tell these big wannabe epic stories about this time we rode the ferris wheel when were two and spilled all our Milk Duds, and expect everybody to be interested (my prejudice: I like stories in which things happen, stories which aren't boring, that aren't all in the head, that have a plot, that don't need to be told pretty in order to be effective [not that I don't appreciate the hell out of beautiful, clean writing, I do. I just don't think that should be the final goal. rather, the writing kind of's what allows the story to percolate up into the reader's head]). but I meant not to get all nested like this. just kind of how my brain crumbles, I suppose. and now I've kind of forgot what I was saying anyway. something about torpedoes, which makes me think of Captain Nemo, which leads me to Namor, the submariner, who of course is Spock before Spock was Spock, and now I'm just going to hit that post-button, maybe hint at an apology for my lack of focus (alt-tabbing over from Ledfeather here, so the winamp's on pause but my brain's still spinning in its case, whirling out everything at once).
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man, and there's no excuse for this, but I never got into Britny Fox. Samantha Fox, yeah, I mean, c'mon, and FOX & THE HOUND, of course, even some Red Foxx, but I don't think I've ever owned a Britney Fox album. a big gaping hole smack dab in the middle of my musical education. or, no that'd be 'music' education, I guess. wouldn't 'musical education' involve teachers who sang algebra? as for hitting that wall and having to lay low and cycle for a week or two, yeah, happens all the time. trick is, finally, now, I'm getting to where I can live with not writing on the thing for a week or two. and I know too that there'll always be other novels, so scrapping this one wouldn't be the end of the world, no matter how much I might think it matters. used to, though, sure, I'd cue in that I'd just made some mistake, but then I'd always force the issue, just keep writing, and writing, and would end up writing the same 10,000 word stretch over and over and over, until I fell in love with the wording or something, at which point I'm rationalizing it's non-deletion from the novel and it becomes that much harder to excise, even when it's for the good of all. and, yeah, my everyday sword now's that Spyderco, I suppose. feel just naked without it. longest I've ever kept a carry-knife, too. I mean, going on four years, maybe five. and, sure, I've had to file the serrations off and shorten the tip, but I've yet to snap the blade. speaks better for Spyderco than for me, too, as I've become no less careless with cutting, no less shy about offering my knife for whatever. just because, like books, they were made to be used, not to sit and be pretty.
Toggle Commented Jan 31, 2007 on Never Let a Novelist Guest-blog at THE LITBLOG CO-OP
maybe extra points too if your story involves a 'social' disease. as for me, not much storywise here, really. guess I've been spit on by Nikki Sixx, but who hasn't, right? caught a few picks, got in a few push fights down close to the stage -- oh, I know (though I still can't play here): one time going to see either Poison or Kiss, I got there early, and had been preparing for the event all day, as it were, then, y'know, during the opening act, Suicidal Tendencies I think, all these cops (six, if memory serves) came in and dragged me out, did the "let's mash steve's face against the wall for a while" thing, which I was by then pretty tired of, all that. but, lo and behold, a friend of mine wove out, saved the day, made many lying promises about how these particular policemen were never going to see us again if they just let us (me) go right now, and bam, gone again, ready for the next go-round, sir. guess I've also come back from a concert with a broken hand, but that was pretty boring. it was exciting pretending for a few weeks my hands wasn't broke, though. lots of thrilling handshakes at first, lots of ducked introductions later.
"babies are ten times more frightening." man, and isn't there supposed to be an IT'S ALIVE remake somewhere in the pipes? [ ] but, as for reasons not to have kids, if you're looking for them, there's always this: ( to say nothing of ) and of course I can't support links like this, really: so don't click there.
man -- I can't play here, can I? and these are my favorite kinds of games. anyway, my first invalid entry would be that floating nun in EXORCIST III. absolutely stopped my heart. then Emily Rose all demon-twisted on her dorm room floor. don't even like to think about that, really. though kid-Jason in F13 had no small effect on me. and, if you need kickstarting for this horror stuff, I've got more like this logged here, maybe: