Like that one guy said: Good writers borrow, great writers steal. Welcome to the place where all things have been lifted, looted, and otherwise pilfered…Remember, possession is 9/10s of the law.
There was far less actual writing this past week, and definitely more thinking about writing. Here’s what I thought:
“I’m almost done with Part I! I’m almost done with Part I!”
Here’s what I did:
False started the last Part I chapter about four times. First, I started it at the wrong time with the wrong character. Then I started it with just the wrong character. Then I started at the wrong time with the right character. Then I got the right character in the right place at the right time and got five pages in before realizing –
I needed to change the trajectory of the chapter!
…Which was actually pretty exciting because now there’s gonna be a lot more action instead of navel-gazing. However, it did make me re-think how I was going to handle the opening chapters of Part II. In a good way because now the characters have something I was trying to force on them before: motivation. I think this adjustment will feel more natural. (And, since I’m sort of cheating and doing Part II as my NaNo, it also gives me a lot to chew on for 50,000 words.)
All this thinking, however, led to small amounts of physical words-on-paper. Ah well. I just need to finish one chapter this month anyway.
As I was telling my friend Ali just last night: I’ve read about far too many bodily extremities this past week.
First up: Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. Awesome story.
Annnd also filled with genetically modified humans whose genitalia turn, um, blue when they’re ready to get-it-on. Which was fun, but probably just a little too much information after I’d been exposed to
Second up: Rebellion of the Beasts; or, the Ass is Dead, Long Live the Ass by Leigh Hunt. Written in 1825, you’d think it’d be safe from any kind of extremity mention. Not so. In this pre-Animal Farm send up of monarchy, the animals of the world have rebelled and put a donkey on the throne. Fine.
But, in his description of ridiculous, frivolous royal-court manners…Hunt has a lengthy description of the fine art that is ass-kissing. Literally. Apparently it is a great honor to lick the donkey king’s tail. And, apparently, the closer you’re allowed to lick near the ‘root’, the higher-up in society you are.
So, there you have my week of writing (very little) and my week of reading (too much of a good thing).
What were you guys up to? Hopefully it was a much more wholesome week all around for you.