Starving Artist, Week Two
They know my name at the Bellingham Library. I've been coming here and writing every day I don't have to work (coffeeshops get a lot less romantic once you realize how much a latte costs) and when I told one girl I didn't have my library card, she just looked up my name. I was kind of ashamed I didn't know hers. I asked, and her name is Allison. Thank you, Allison, library girl, who knows my name and my soul.
Also, thanks to
criada who just finished reading my 187k monster novel. This is the first time someone's read a novel from me before Chrissy, my dad or my sister read it. Which proves my theory that

Can you see it?
The LJ people will know what I'm talking about, but for the Blogger folks reading this,
jaylake is battling a serious bout of cancer. He is a prolific and talented writer, a great teacher and all-around funny, affable guy. He's also--and I don't think I've ever told him this--a big inspiration to me. Jay has been cranking and cranking his writing all through the process of raising his daughter and working a full-time job. Being a family man and a writer can seem like a consistent sacrifice of one or the other, but he does it and does it well. So keep him in your thoughts, prayers and karma.
This week has been all right for ze starving artist. I have this weird struggle with the novel I'm working on (or as the voice-over in my head says, zis art zat I court like a eediot lover) in that I have to handwrite it first. I did this as an experiment when I wrote the first 7k of it, for a class in 2008, but I didn't think I'd go back to handwriting--too labor-intensive--yet now every page I write on the computer just seems like it needs more filtering.
Now I am writing it in a very special book, a little leatherbound red Lord of the Rings-themed journal that was given to me by an ex-girlfriend long after the breakup. Clearly that is a gift that says, "I want you back like the shore wants the tide." It is entirely possible that this book has unholy power over me, cast on it by the ex. Considering she gave it to me around 2002 and I didn't use it till 2008, the spell could be a little stale. Or Chrissy's mojo just overshadows all, which is a theory I can subscribe to.
Does anyone else out there in Writer-Land find that they need to handwrite actual passages? And I ask this as a friend, not a spell-casting ex.
Also, thanks to
Can you see it?
The LJ people will know what I'm talking about, but for the Blogger folks reading this,
This week has been all right for ze starving artist. I have this weird struggle with the novel I'm working on (or as the voice-over in my head says, zis art zat I court like a eediot lover) in that I have to handwrite it first. I did this as an experiment when I wrote the first 7k of it, for a class in 2008, but I didn't think I'd go back to handwriting--too labor-intensive--yet now every page I write on the computer just seems like it needs more filtering.
Now I am writing it in a very special book, a little leatherbound red Lord of the Rings-themed journal that was given to me by an ex-girlfriend long after the breakup. Clearly that is a gift that says, "I want you back like the shore wants the tide." It is entirely possible that this book has unholy power over me, cast on it by the ex. Considering she gave it to me around 2002 and I didn't use it till 2008, the spell could be a little stale. Or Chrissy's mojo just overshadows all, which is a theory I can subscribe to.
Does anyone else out there in Writer-Land find that they need to handwrite actual passages? And I ask this as a friend, not a spell-casting ex.
2 Comments:
Chrissy is going to curse that girl once she reads this. And probably you too. I handwrite recipes. I want to bake cookies for a living.
kinda confused about the power of the ex given book but um...good job?
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