Far from completed, but these are some raw thoughts I laid down today. Loss of job has certainly been a stimulation...creatively speaking
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Hey, all. Thought I'd drop a line, for my benefit and yours - thoughts have been churning, congealing, taking physical form. A conceptual butter, they must needs be spread on the toast of discourse
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Anyone who knows my writing process knows I have a harder time naming my stories/poems/etc. than is probably proper. I've been slogging through my Kelrob/Jacobson manuscript for about two years, and have never gotten around to naming the book; in fact, the lack of title has turned into a weird liminal comfort zone. However, the lady-love and I
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Spinning some thoughts off of lotesseflower's meta thought process...As a wannabe pro-fic writer, I've spent several years learning to swallow my pride. I've managed to crush the first-draft-is-virtuoso-performance bug, and the must-be-constantly-writing-a-classic-bug. I've managed to subvert the indignity I used to feel when editing, and have stopped issuing
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Just heard Joss Whedon talking on IPR about Dollhouse, Dr. Horrible and the challenges of avoiding feminist polemics while developing essentially feminist narratives. I'll admit, I've been really nervous about Dollhouse (and not just because I'm 99% certain it will die a small, whimpering death at the hands of Fox). Joss handles many things
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This last week has been a major test of my sanity. I've been writing a socially conscious fantasy trilogy for about two years now (I'm struggling with labels here - post-fantasy fantasy? Fantastical dystopia? Marxist high fantasy?), and I keep coming up against mental roadblocks. These have less to do with the story at hand, and more to do with
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I had a bit of a shock yesterday. I was minding my own business, scanning groceries, waiting out the last hour of my shift. A customer came through my line with an organic cereal - I can't remember the specific brand. The back of the box was covered in little grinning Inca soldiers, hands clasped around their spears.