|Pulling The Plug
||[Oct. 6th, 2004|09:46 am]
I stare at my two year old novel in disbelief. I wrote this? The horror, the horror! It's broke all the way through, unfixable. Then the heroine, who's taking a bath, reaches out for the chain with her toes and pulls the plug. And suddenly she's alive again and I can write dialogue for her and the old joy-in-creation has returned.|
I can write dialogue for her and the old joy-in-creation has returned.
I'm glad you found a spot where you could start again.
The horror, the horror!
Do I ever know what you mean. This includes, for me, most of my college stuff (thankfully lost for years), including an unbelievably pretentious sequel to Paradise Lost. Only a nineteen-year-old would be so bold!
It's good news. It was only the beginning that didn't work. I've cut about 2,000 words, added bits here and there and things are looking OK. I think the bulk of the novel will need very little revision.
A sequel to Paradise Lost? Oh my!
The Devil may be in the details, but it's there that the angels reside as well. :)
"a crack in the teacup opens
A lane to the land of the dead."
Neato- I just bought some Auden this week.
& I'm so glad this happened for you. I'm still waiting for my old script to catch spark again.
Good luck with the script.
It would be good if there was some sure-fire way of firing up the imagination, but I've never found one. It's a mysterious, even spooky business.