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Sometimes I wonder about myself and how much of my life is tied up with TV. Four pages, double-spaced already. I'm not sure whether to be proud or embarrassed.Somehow I wonder if my passions weren't somehow misapplied, but that is where "First Love" issues come from is it not? But then, there are a lot of memories and things like that that came up so I wrote that stuff, too. I'm sure I can't use all of it in one piece unless someday called upon to write the "Fever Pitch" of crime-fiction narrative.
I also hate that I have to say what I say before I know what I'm gonna say...means that most things I write probably take four drafts...my muses can't conceive of a pre-wordprocessing world, apparently. Outline? We don't need no stinkin' outline. Actually, it's not that I'm such a free spirit...I probably *can't* outline because it involves an ability to see something before it exists, which despite the fact that is what creation is, I'm not very good at it. Or at least breaking it down into little parts.
What else? Oh, watched The Christmas Homicide again...I still think it's brilliant.
I also hate that I have to say what I say before I know what I'm gonna say...means that most things I write probably take four drafts...my muses can't conceive of a pre-wordprocessing world, apparently. Outline? We don't need no stinkin' outline. Actually, it's not that I'm such a free spirit...I probably *can't* outline because it involves an ability to see something before it exists, which despite the fact that is what creation is, I'm not very good at it. Or at least breaking it down into little parts.
What else? Oh, watched The Christmas Homicide again...I still think it's brilliant.