Mark
So, I started back on this story tonight. This morning. Whatever this is. Making semi-constructive use of my insomnia for once, I read over it's entirety, as I left it a while ago, and realized what a wonderful work this has been for me. Cathardic in some places; just plain funny in others.
I'm not one to toot my own horn, but recognizing something I'm good at is important. And I'm damn good at writing.
It often seems I do some of my best writing when my insomnia won't let me sleep. When I give up on sleeping and decide 'what the hell, let's write or something.' Often it results from reading something I've written long ago, or started and then left unfinished (the vast majority of my storied fall in this latter category, sadly...that, or they are simply very short). I'll re-discover the approach and the objective I had when it began, and what grew out of it, and remember how much I loved working on it.
And now and then, I'll actually pick it back up and work on it some more.
Anyway, one thing I love about writing is how sometimes, unexpectedly, a character will say something in the course of a conversation that is so wise, so perceptive, and so deep, that on my own, I never could have come up with it. Which is fiercely ironic, really, because I AM coming up with it on my own.
I guess it's like the line from "V for Vendetta"..."Artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use lies to cover it up."
Anyway, the specifics of the scene are, in a particularly unusual twist, completely unimportant...this quote, unlike a handful I write, stands on its own rather well.
"True. But twe can't look at the past without letting it go first. Because if we look at it while we're gripping it, all we see is our fist."
I'm not one to toot my own horn, but recognizing something I'm good at is important. And I'm damn good at writing.
It often seems I do some of my best writing when my insomnia won't let me sleep. When I give up on sleeping and decide 'what the hell, let's write or something.' Often it results from reading something I've written long ago, or started and then left unfinished (the vast majority of my storied fall in this latter category, sadly...that, or they are simply very short). I'll re-discover the approach and the objective I had when it began, and what grew out of it, and remember how much I loved working on it.
And now and then, I'll actually pick it back up and work on it some more.
Anyway, one thing I love about writing is how sometimes, unexpectedly, a character will say something in the course of a conversation that is so wise, so perceptive, and so deep, that on my own, I never could have come up with it. Which is fiercely ironic, really, because I AM coming up with it on my own.
I guess it's like the line from "V for Vendetta"..."Artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use lies to cover it up."
Anyway, the specifics of the scene are, in a particularly unusual twist, completely unimportant...this quote, unlike a handful I write, stands on its own rather well.
"True. But twe can't look at the past without letting it go first. Because if we look at it while we're gripping it, all we see is our fist."