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the lightning does the work
i dont want to get in the habit of detailing out the physical demands of my day. such as, i'm going to do this or that; i have this or that to finish; etc etc. i am hoping this journal becomes more than just documentation of a pretty boring life.
that being said, im going to try to get to some of my pieces and whip them up into shape. (it just occured to me that what we do really defines who we are, to a certain extent, so why shouldnt i detail that out?) i received a good rejection yesterday for In The Blue; they liked my vivid voice but the story was "unfocussed" and "a little too raw". what to do? the artist part of me is screaming "dont you dare touch a thing" and the practical side is saying "you wanna sell it? well do ya?" and still another side of me is yelling out "what the fuck do they mean by THAT pray tell??"
(let me tell you what, its gets pretty noisy in this head with all this yellin and screamin going on. it aint easy living with all these personalities.)
and before you think i am a total mental case, kiss my ass. tell me honestly that there is only one side to your personality. BULLSHIT. that would make you a one-dimensional person and i dont believe it. i like most of my sides; i do think the Big Bitch doesnt get out enough, and the Baby Girl whines a little too much; the Girly Girl paints the nails red and that bugs me sometimes but they are all different perspectives and they are pretty cool to hang with.
i think a good writer knows this about themselves and that's what they tap to write what they do. i love exploring the uncharted territory inside, most of the time. i know after i wrote "Grandmother", "The Echo" and "Inquiring Minds" it was a long time before i wrote again. stacy was right about that, omg that was like a self-rape. still, they are damned good pieces and i think it freed me to write "In The Blue", which is total fiction. well, mostly. stephen king said "Fiction is the truth inside the lie", and while i STILL dont know what the fuck THAT means, it feels true to my heart.
*****
"Thunder is good; thunder is impressive; but it is the lightning that does the work." - Mark Twain
wish me luck on flying the kite and seducing the lightning... and pray that it hits me today right on my writer's head.
*****
i love my friends. i have great friends and they are my heart's family. it's not too often that you find kindred spirits, but when you do you need to hold close. i find it so amazing that you can not talk to a friend for months, years even, and when you do hook up, pick up like you've never been away from each other.
i worry about them like a mother hen. i'm happy with them when they are happy. i wish we all lived in the same neighborhood, so we can be Noni's (grandmas... im not one yet and neither are they but wouldnt it be fun?) together, shop together, and phone calls werent long distance. of course, im a firm believer we are where we are supposed to be, and people come into our lives for a definite reason. i am blessed with my friends, thank you god (or whoever happens to be covering for him in case he's on vacation.)
okay, going to work now. really.
that being said, im going to try to get to some of my pieces and whip them up into shape. (it just occured to me that what we do really defines who we are, to a certain extent, so why shouldnt i detail that out?) i received a good rejection yesterday for In The Blue; they liked my vivid voice but the story was "unfocussed" and "a little too raw". what to do? the artist part of me is screaming "dont you dare touch a thing" and the practical side is saying "you wanna sell it? well do ya?" and still another side of me is yelling out "what the fuck do they mean by THAT pray tell??"
(let me tell you what, its gets pretty noisy in this head with all this yellin and screamin going on. it aint easy living with all these personalities.)
and before you think i am a total mental case, kiss my ass. tell me honestly that there is only one side to your personality. BULLSHIT. that would make you a one-dimensional person and i dont believe it. i like most of my sides; i do think the Big Bitch doesnt get out enough, and the Baby Girl whines a little too much; the Girly Girl paints the nails red and that bugs me sometimes but they are all different perspectives and they are pretty cool to hang with.
i think a good writer knows this about themselves and that's what they tap to write what they do. i love exploring the uncharted territory inside, most of the time. i know after i wrote "Grandmother", "The Echo" and "Inquiring Minds" it was a long time before i wrote again. stacy was right about that, omg that was like a self-rape. still, they are damned good pieces and i think it freed me to write "In The Blue", which is total fiction. well, mostly. stephen king said "Fiction is the truth inside the lie", and while i STILL dont know what the fuck THAT means, it feels true to my heart.
*****
"Thunder is good; thunder is impressive; but it is the lightning that does the work." - Mark Twain
wish me luck on flying the kite and seducing the lightning... and pray that it hits me today right on my writer's head.
*****
i love my friends. i have great friends and they are my heart's family. it's not too often that you find kindred spirits, but when you do you need to hold close. i find it so amazing that you can not talk to a friend for months, years even, and when you do hook up, pick up like you've never been away from each other.
i worry about them like a mother hen. i'm happy with them when they are happy. i wish we all lived in the same neighborhood, so we can be Noni's (grandmas... im not one yet and neither are they but wouldnt it be fun?) together, shop together, and phone calls werent long distance. of course, im a firm believer we are where we are supposed to be, and people come into our lives for a definite reason. i am blessed with my friends, thank you god (or whoever happens to be covering for him in case he's on vacation.)
okay, going to work now. really.
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