January 7th, 2008


[travel|links] Off into the corn-fed yonder


[travel|writing] It follows me everywhere

In Dallas on a (hopefully brief) flight delay. On the plane from PDX I was working on Green. I stopped at one point and closed my eyes, in response to a quick wave of fatigue. (Stuff like that happens when you get up at 3:00 am to go traveling.) I then began writing again, typing away, but the words hitting the page were not making much sense. I'd totally lost the thread of the novel. I started to get pissed about all the rework I was going to make for myself.

The I woke up.

I don't think I've ever dreamed I was writing, at least not so literally of the physical process.

[process] A new set of rules

On my way back to Green here after a very pleasant dinner with elusivem and garyomaha. Somewhere recently I realized my four rules of writing had changed. Or the way I view writing. Or something. Anyway, here's the new version. (Which does not invalidate the old one, I'm just standing on a different lever beneath the shadow of the world these days.) Exegeses to follow later as needed.

  • Write more
  • No one cares about your career more than you do
  • The writer is the worst judge of their own work
  • The story belongs to the reader

As always on this blog, commentary, critique and random snarkiness are invited, but for now I am back to Green

[writing] Progriss riport

10,700 words today, across three writing sessions, to 160,400. I'm well into the third act, though dubious about hitting as low as 185,000.

Good thing I'm a taker-outer instead of a putter-inner. (And perhaps for the first time in my life, something I'm really looking forward to doing so. I owe a lot in particular to casacorona, Maureen McHugh and Karen Joy Fowler for that lesson.)