Last post about books for til Sunday, ha. Anyway though id share some of what the editing process is like for me. This scene even has some character interaction. It's unedited and full of problems that will be fixed. But I thought id for once post something from the first draft. probably end up deleting this when the… Continue reading Please Just Go
Tag: art
When you can’t create, you work.
I wasn't sure what do with this book, fiction, that I had a manuscript of (which I'm still thinking if I should change) called Visions of Michigan, because it's very real and more critical than Adventures of a Dying Young Man, and in that story the writing style is much different and almost makes the main protagonist of both books almost into a cartoon. I wasn't sure… Continue reading When you can’t create, you work.
Just Thoughts about writing, taken from other people, either dead-alive-or-other
The Paris Review blog is a great site to read interviews conducted with mostly dead, some alive, writers. Here is a short paragraphed exchange between Maurice Sendak and his editor. "The great Russians and Melville and Balzac etc. wrote in another time, in leisure, to be read in leisure. I know what you mean about those long detailed rich novels—my… Continue reading Just Thoughts about writing, taken from other people, either dead-alive-or-other
Getting Things Done
Let me say, I really just want to write, but well if you're me, a person that has to work triple as hard as most people do, well then, dang, you have to pull double duty on everything. I'm finally getting my writing goals in some kinda list and at least minimally organized. I'm working on a book right… Continue reading Getting Things Done
Summer Notebook, page 71
Falling down hill. Walking on tops of tree branches. Breaking them on the way down. Barking dog, snarling Pomeranian, stabbed by stick and fall in ditch. I'm fine, only cuts on arms, tic-tac-toe and only one bleeding wound drips as I'm walking on tracks, off the normal road, not on the path, where helmets peddle screws of turning wheels. Swans swims… Continue reading Summer Notebook, page 71
Adventures In American Writing 