It's 12.19 and I am tired D: But here's the haps.
I had a busy week with two essays due and a couple of new jobs, and consequently I didn't do any writing really until today. This afternoon I spent a couple of hours in the food court at Royal Oak Mall working on an ending for the Eric story. I still have some things to figure out, but I read over what I did and I was actually quite happy with it. I think I'm finally figuring out how to put a cap on the inner monologue and keep Eric from telling us absolutely everything.
But now I'm confused about what to post tonight, because there's no way for me to give you anymore without it spoiling some major, major stuff :P It might not matter, because part of the nature of this blog is that it includes the audience in my writing process in a way which is foreign and weird to me and somewhat uncomfortable if I'm honest, but also probably good. After all, the way you expand your comfort zone is by pushing it.
Here's what I'll do. An excerpt from today's writing is posted below for those who want to read it, and if you don't want to, just... ignore it :P I'm not desperate for comments this week.
She looked up at the house, straight past me. ‘Maybe I don’t
want everyone’s help,’ she said. ‘Bet you never thought of that, did you?’
I want to
say I had a clever, poignant response to that. I want to say I told her I
knew she was strong and smart and she didn’t need me or anybody else, and all the stuff I only thought of later about how she
wasn’t really the person I’d been telling myself she was at all. But I’m not that
smart or that quick on my feet and I don’t think I was thinking all of those
things in the moment anyway. Mainly I think I was just angry.
I stayed
angry after she left me standing there on her driveway and went into her house
and closed the door behind her without saying goodbye, and in the car on the
way home when my mum asked what on earth all that was about and I told her
nothing and not to worry. I went straight upstairs and closed the door loudly
behind me and threw my bag on the floor. I even kicked it. I think I thought it
might make me feel better, but all that happened was that my toe hit something
hard in it, and then I was just angry with a sore foot.
I want to give myself another week to work on this one. I think now that I have no immediate deadlines hanging over me and I can manage more easily to write something every day, it'll come together a lot more quickly. That's the hope anyway. However, it is also time for a new project, and I have a couple I want to get going. One's saved on a usb somewhere so that'll be up tomorrow or some other time when I get round to it.
The other is something I've been meaning to get around to for a few weeks now. Olle and I gave each other key words for sestinas a little while ago, and I left mine on my desk and waited for them to spontaneously sort themselves into verse or something, I don't know. Anyway they're really good words and it's time to do something with them. Here they are.
Probably
Underground
Themselves
Children
House
Conviction
Sestinas, for those who don't know, work like this: you have six words which you have to use in each stanza, one at the end of each line, and there's a specific pattern you have to follow and I think you have to use iambic pentameter as well but I don't so much care about iambic pentameter so I may just disregard that. If you choose your words at random, or have someone choose them for you, there's usually at least one that's a bitch to fit in. Conviction is that word. That's going to be the one that sticks out.
Anyway, that's it for tonight! I'm tired and I have to get up early tomorrow. Night guys, thanks for reading as always.
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