Farewell to Arms and Legs
Writing gassing--courtesy cut
For the first time I actually made a back-up copy. I never do that ordinarily. One thing about knowing one's prose is crap is, there are no good bits. Bits I like to reread are not necessarily good bits to anyone else. So I always over-write the previous draft.
But this time I did make a backup. The fact that the splitting of two books into three has so shirted emphases and arcs, even though nothing major is going out of original order of events, I keep contemplating it all in wonder. These otherwise invisible beats--chapter breaks, book breaks--are like the silences in music, or in Shakespeare's plays--they change the emphasis of text, even of events, sometimes to an astonishing degree. I feel meaning unravelling and them braiding up again in a new form despite the fact that most of it is the same scenes, even words.
Of course all that could just be brain shadows, too.
But it's fun. I do so love it.
For the first time I actually made a back-up copy. I never do that ordinarily. One thing about knowing one's prose is crap is, there are no good bits. Bits I like to reread are not necessarily good bits to anyone else. So I always over-write the previous draft.
But this time I did make a backup. The fact that the splitting of two books into three has so shirted emphases and arcs, even though nothing major is going out of original order of events, I keep contemplating it all in wonder. These otherwise invisible beats--chapter breaks, book breaks--are like the silences in music, or in Shakespeare's plays--they change the emphasis of text, even of events, sometimes to an astonishing degree. I feel meaning unravelling and them braiding up again in a new form despite the fact that most of it is the same scenes, even words.
Of course all that could just be brain shadows, too.
But it's fun. I do so love it.