Phew.
It is at times like this when I am free of obligation that the fact that I have so little time hits me like an oncoming train. I feel compelled to spend every instant in productive activity, and yet I want just to remain at peace with this relaxation.
Contradictory? I dare say. But that doesn't mean I'm not enjoying myself, so forget logic for the present. Logic and tomorrow's Erie County audition, for which I am woefully unprepared. But no one cares about that anyway.
I find that writing a novel outside the confines of NaNoWriMo, while it's going slower, means that I never have to write a passage when I'm not in the right mood for the story I'm working on, which is quite satisfactory in some respects. The trouble is, however, that I haven't done enough planning, and I want this as multilayered and nonlinear as it can be without pretension, if it is at all possible.
A few things are in store... one or two locales I want especially to explore, as well as the characters of the male and female protagonists, who are complicated individuals (at least, I hope they'll be). I think that I will also take the liberty of expanding my style somewhat in the sense of including greater detail in descriptions. I know that people often skip over or skim lengthy descriptive passages when reading, but in rereading Fantaisie des Fleurs, I noted that it frequently moved too quickly for my tastes and could have been expanded to nearly twice its size if I was as shameless about padding it as many commercial authors (although it would certainly not have been a good thing). Thus, I will not be afraid to be luxuriant in the sites and events which I've envisioned... my settings are much stronger than my characterization in any case.
I really, really hope I can pull everything off. But my plans are so ambitious... well, who knows. In any case, I'd better just keep writing. And should I feel bad about the quality of it (or lack thereof): in the words of Ernest Hemingway, "the first draft of anything is shit." Actually, I dislike that quote, it's juvenile and trite. Well... never mind then.
It's high time I had more mango lemonade. Adieu.
Contradictory? I dare say. But that doesn't mean I'm not enjoying myself, so forget logic for the present. Logic and tomorrow's Erie County audition, for which I am woefully unprepared. But no one cares about that anyway.
I find that writing a novel outside the confines of NaNoWriMo, while it's going slower, means that I never have to write a passage when I'm not in the right mood for the story I'm working on, which is quite satisfactory in some respects. The trouble is, however, that I haven't done enough planning, and I want this as multilayered and nonlinear as it can be without pretension, if it is at all possible.
A few things are in store... one or two locales I want especially to explore, as well as the characters of the male and female protagonists, who are complicated individuals (at least, I hope they'll be). I think that I will also take the liberty of expanding my style somewhat in the sense of including greater detail in descriptions. I know that people often skip over or skim lengthy descriptive passages when reading, but in rereading Fantaisie des Fleurs, I noted that it frequently moved too quickly for my tastes and could have been expanded to nearly twice its size if I was as shameless about padding it as many commercial authors (although it would certainly not have been a good thing). Thus, I will not be afraid to be luxuriant in the sites and events which I've envisioned... my settings are much stronger than my characterization in any case.
I really, really hope I can pull everything off. But my plans are so ambitious... well, who knows. In any case, I'd better just keep writing. And should I feel bad about the quality of it (or lack thereof): in the words of Ernest Hemingway, "the first draft of anything is shit." Actually, I dislike that quote, it's juvenile and trite. Well... never mind then.
It's high time I had more mango lemonade. Adieu.