WARNING, some of this shit was left over from yesterday, when I didn't really post an update. So it might be out of date. Like 60 year old Coco Chanel.
See, my problem is that isn't where the story lies, and in fact, in its normalcy that part of the story needs to be glossed. I don't want to unpack, and I don't want to dwell on the illness in a way, actually. Its a thing, and it's a huge thing, but it's a persistent thing until it becomes part of the background in its own way. Like, fight club. I don't want to talk about it.
This is just mah brain spouting shit here.
I don't know. i wonder when people tell me about show don't tell, I wonder why. Like, yeah, I see a lot of shitty telling writing, but. Okay, I'll be honest. whenever I see someone tell me that I SHOULDN'T do something because it's better this way, I sometimes like to say "no, it just hasn't been done well the other way yet." Believe me, I love dialogue. But every time I added dialogue to that scene, it looked like I added dialogue because I was like, "oops, I better add some stuff to break up the narrative."
I can be very fast, you are right, and crap we're in chat.
This is just mah brain spouting shit here.
I don't know. i wonder when people tell me about show don't tell, I wonder why. Like, yeah, I see a lot of shitty telling writing, but. Okay, I'll be honest. whenever I see someone tell me that I SHOULDN'T do something because it's better this way, I sometimes like to say "no, it just hasn't been done well the other way yet." Believe me, I love dialogue. But every time I added dialogue to that scene, it looked like I added dialogue because I was like, "oops, I better add some stuff to break up the narrative."
I can be very fast, you are right, and crap we're in chat.
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