Wednesday, November 01, 2006

don't you hate it when...

you go to a halloween party where you don't really know anyone, and even if you did know people they're all wearing fantastical masks and makeup, and it's really hard to recognize people? and then you hang out with some people you do know in a back room, and you get mildly high from all the pot smoke? and then you make your way through the drunk people carrying pumpkins and yelling about scotch, and get home safely only to find that when you wake up you have a horribly misshapen eye, possibly due to some random skin allergy and the cheap drugstore false eyelashes you were wearing? and then you start your nanowrimo novel and you get about 1800 words into it, before realizing that writing fiction is HARD and you seem to have adapted to writing only dialogue and you've forgotten how to DESCRIBE?
don't you hate that?
also, when you haven't figured out the direction your blog should go in, so you continue its ongoing theme about whining about your life?
don't you hate that?
i do, however have to say... 1800 words! in only 1.5 hours?! WTF?
it's a little easier when you realize that you're the only one who never has to read it.

2 comments:

gingermilk said...

i have realized that i may be so used to being economic in a dramatic sense that i can't even effectively write a blog. i can correspond but, in terms of writing novels, i think i'll only ever have enough words for short stories. sigh.

1800 words is a mighty fine feat. i think i should get away more often to write. we should go on our writing retreat to the mountains soon. i get a lot more work done when i'm not at home getting sucked into myspace and the television.

uberviolet said...

it ended up being 2200 words by the end of the day. it is absolute crap, but who cares?
i've decided to take the approach of writing some interrelated short stories, since i can't fathom writing one long story. but i am hoping to have fewer long stretches of dialogue as the stories continue...
yes, we should definitely go on our writing retreat. i with my crude pen and notebooks, you with your fancy computer...