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Oct. 17th, 2005 12:15 pmWe're back from that family wedding. It was delightful, but probably not what you come here to read about.
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Last year, at Greg and Mel's wedding, I found out the hard way that there are no breaks from writing. I let two days go by on that trip without putting any words down, and didn't feel quite myself again for a week. So, on this trip, everybody knew to give me my writing time, and Abi's wedding day was actually my most productive. The short story is really shaping up.
The shape it's taking surprises me a little. I had one of those 3 a.m. revelations: the story I'm writing is the movie Kevin Smith would make if he were a Wiccan priestess. It's not like I decided to throw Chasing Amy and Dogma into the Cuisinart with the complete works of Dion Fortune and Margot Adler, with, gods forgive me, a dash of Silver Ravenwolf, but that seems to be what's happened. I can think of a few readers who might find this story entertaining, but none of the markets I'd like to break into would have the slightest interest in publishing such a thing. Well, if all it does is clease my palate between big projects, that's okay. I'd like to start the Beltresin prequel with a fresh mind, and jumping straight into it after shipping out the big book that's dominated my days for the past 2 years would probably not have allowed that to happen.
"Atlantis Cranks Need Not Apply" is great fun to write. If the only readers it ever has are my covenmates, well, that's a wider readership than most doctoral dissertations ever get, and in five years, the dissertation never gave me as much pleasure as this two-week throwaway project has.
( Read more... )
Last year, at Greg and Mel's wedding, I found out the hard way that there are no breaks from writing. I let two days go by on that trip without putting any words down, and didn't feel quite myself again for a week. So, on this trip, everybody knew to give me my writing time, and Abi's wedding day was actually my most productive. The short story is really shaping up.
The shape it's taking surprises me a little. I had one of those 3 a.m. revelations: the story I'm writing is the movie Kevin Smith would make if he were a Wiccan priestess. It's not like I decided to throw Chasing Amy and Dogma into the Cuisinart with the complete works of Dion Fortune and Margot Adler, with, gods forgive me, a dash of Silver Ravenwolf, but that seems to be what's happened. I can think of a few readers who might find this story entertaining, but none of the markets I'd like to break into would have the slightest interest in publishing such a thing. Well, if all it does is clease my palate between big projects, that's okay. I'd like to start the Beltresin prequel with a fresh mind, and jumping straight into it after shipping out the big book that's dominated my days for the past 2 years would probably not have allowed that to happen.
"Atlantis Cranks Need Not Apply" is great fun to write. If the only readers it ever has are my covenmates, well, that's a wider readership than most doctoral dissertations ever get, and in five years, the dissertation never gave me as much pleasure as this two-week throwaway project has.
