Carrie and Eileen got me to thinking about writing.
And I have concluded that I epically fail when it comes to consistency.
I write like mad crazy in November and let it completely take over my entire life. I don't pay attention in school, I spend all of my time freaked out, I lay awake at night trying to figure out how to keep things going. And then December comes and I breathe a sigh of relief with Carrie and we celebrate the end to something that was absolute hell, but also to something that was absolute magic. And I give myself a week or so off, just because I need to do my homework and finals are impending and I just need a break.
And then, come January, what do I do? Nothing. A page here, a few paragraphs there. Nothing.
It has taken me until APRIL to even begin editing. And I'm not even done yet. I have like 20 notebooks full of unfinished stories.
So, I ask you for help.
Give me story ideas. Short stories, like a few pages, or vignette-length. I'll even post the final result.
I HATE SIXTH GRADE CAMP. I MISS YOU ALL!!!
Track has been sooo weird and quiet. I miss you guys. What am I supposed to do at the meet on Saturday?! COME HOME.
If you were home, or at least responding to my texts, you'd know that I got my license. BOOYAH.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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write in the first person perspective as the husband of the couple from the mountain goats' "san bernardino." think in terms of heretic pride. (i was doing this a while ago and found it outrageously fun.)
http://stereogum.com/archives/john-darnielles-five-favorite-mountain-goats-chara_008165.html <---read what john darnielle says about them!
someone is drowning. write about their last thoughts.
a man is thinking of what to order in a coffee shop when someone taps their shoulder from behind them. what happens next?
take these sentences, and start writing from there.
-i'm not proud to admit it, but
-sometimes i lose my faith in humanity.
-sometimes i love people.
-his smile glowed like the scum at the bottom of a trash can.
write something extremely self-indulgent and gooey.
recreate the phantom of the opera except make it a story about running instead of opera. (there MUST be a phantom of running hiding under the bleachers)
I TOTES AGREE WITH MEGAN
DO IT
megan, that sounds AWESOME!
we did a twist on the phantom of the opera for our play at camp once. he was just a lonely little boy that no one would make arts and crafts with...
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