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pjthompsonHaving just finished chapter 22 of The Novel and having just posted chapter 14 to OWW, I decided to take a break from Night Warrior today and work on an old novelette I thought I could fix. It was going great until I hit scene five and then splat. You know, having many months perspective on this since I last worked on it, I can see the splattage point quite clearly. I'm just not quite sure what to do about it. Cut some stuff, obviously. But what? I always get so confused about what to cut and what to leave in my short stories. I suck at short stories.
Synchronicity of the day (day being a 24-hour period and me having seen this as I was driving home last night after just posting about a tsunami): A bright red convertible sports car with the license plate, TSUNAMI. And when I got home, CBS news (which I don't usually watch) had a report on the Asian tsunami as well as the scare in Crescent City.
Interesing sight of the day: The blue-gowned graduates waiting around outside the auditorium as I drove by my alma mater Venice High School last night.
My response: To start whistling Pomp and Circumstance, of course. Then I wondered if I had beans at home to go with my chicken, tortillas, and pico de gallo. I continued to worry about beans and whistle Pomp and Circumstance all the way home although I really would rather not have. (I didn't have beans, but it was delish anyway. I made chicken-flavored rice to go with it.)
Alternate interesting sight of the day: While driving in this morning, seeing some workmen pulling down a billboard sign. I usually never see them in process—it's just something new when I drive by. This one was like a giant plastic sheet which they unbolted and let drop whole. Not like in the old timey cartoons and movies where they paste strips of paper up like giant wallpaper.
Things I thought of blogging about today: Cliches and how I use them as placeholders and don't necessarily clean them all out of my ms. until the second draft so as to just keep pushing forward and stop obsessing. The purpose of the first draft is to get finished, not to be beautiful.
Why I didn't blog it: It seemed boring even to me.
Cliche of the day: Or she had new eyes and could see for the first time.
Darling du jour: The sky loomed behind the lantern of the moon, the stars washed out to a pale blur by lunar glow and the lights from the neighborhood.
Synchronicity of the day (day being a 24-hour period and me having seen this as I was driving home last night after just posting about a tsunami): A bright red convertible sports car with the license plate, TSUNAMI. And when I got home, CBS news (which I don't usually watch) had a report on the Asian tsunami as well as the scare in Crescent City.
Interesing sight of the day: The blue-gowned graduates waiting around outside the auditorium as I drove by my alma mater Venice High School last night.
My response: To start whistling Pomp and Circumstance, of course. Then I wondered if I had beans at home to go with my chicken, tortillas, and pico de gallo. I continued to worry about beans and whistle Pomp and Circumstance all the way home although I really would rather not have. (I didn't have beans, but it was delish anyway. I made chicken-flavored rice to go with it.)
Alternate interesting sight of the day: While driving in this morning, seeing some workmen pulling down a billboard sign. I usually never see them in process—it's just something new when I drive by. This one was like a giant plastic sheet which they unbolted and let drop whole. Not like in the old timey cartoons and movies where they paste strips of paper up like giant wallpaper.
Things I thought of blogging about today: Cliches and how I use them as placeholders and don't necessarily clean them all out of my ms. until the second draft so as to just keep pushing forward and stop obsessing. The purpose of the first draft is to get finished, not to be beautiful.
Why I didn't blog it: It seemed boring even to me.
Cliche of the day: Or she had new eyes and could see for the first time.
Darling du jour: The sky loomed behind the lantern of the moon, the stars washed out to a pale blur by lunar glow and the lights from the neighborhood.
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