2003-11-02 21:30
digitaldiscipline
[inspired by an entry by
sukipot]
I find myself in a similar mindspace - "I could write this or that, but it would suck, and I'd end up getting annoyingly caught up in the details. . . or it would be pointless wanking" [read: dialogue that is realistic to the point that it doesn't accomplish anything. . . you know, like real conversation. heh]
I failed pathetically at NaNoWriMo last year. I have enough failure and frustration on my plate, thanks. Besides, I don't have an idea that would last 50,000 words. My most ambitious ones are something between 8 and 12k. Most are about a quarter or half that. I'm a short story writer. I'm fine with that. Less space to get caught up with the wibbling that nips at the heels of story like a nagging mother in law, whose axe to grind is suspension of disbelief.
My problem is trust - I don't trust my readers to be able to jump through any hoops at all, lift anything heavier than a paperclip, or miss the ground when they fall, so I fuck up my intrepitude making allowances.
Maybe I should go back to being a demanding bastard and leave things hanging in space, to be plucked by those who can reach.
I find myself in a similar mindspace - "I could write this or that, but it would suck, and I'd end up getting annoyingly caught up in the details. . . or it would be pointless wanking" [read: dialogue that is realistic to the point that it doesn't accomplish anything. . . you know, like real conversation. heh]
I failed pathetically at NaNoWriMo last year. I have enough failure and frustration on my plate, thanks. Besides, I don't have an idea that would last 50,000 words. My most ambitious ones are something between 8 and 12k. Most are about a quarter or half that. I'm a short story writer. I'm fine with that. Less space to get caught up with the wibbling that nips at the heels of story like a nagging mother in law, whose axe to grind is suspension of disbelief.
My problem is trust - I don't trust my readers to be able to jump through any hoops at all, lift anything heavier than a paperclip, or miss the ground when they fall, so I fuck up my intrepitude making allowances.
Maybe I should go back to being a demanding bastard and leave things hanging in space, to be plucked by those who can reach.
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I've always had words. I just don't know what the hell to do with them. I don't know where the hell the muse went. I think she's hiding out in the bomb shelter waiting for me to get over myself and just write something already.
Fuck the allowances. Write what you want to say and let people make of it what they will. If they're too stupid to get it, they'll say so. If not, you don't have to worry about underestimating anyone.
(no subject)
I agree -- don't dumb down for the masses. Work to elevate them to your level.