Haymaker

I read a book doctor’s critique of another man’s writing yesterday. That critique threw laser-guided punches. I discovered I’m standing close enough to the mat to soak up some of the spit and blood and sweat.

While I’m certain I write better than the gentleman accomplished enough to be done writing a novel I’m not so sure how much better. I suck at commas; I’ve been promising myself I’d look up that whole dependant clause thing—again—and remember it this time. I over use semi-colons because I like them and think they’re cool—same with em dashes. I’m ok calling fragments stylistic when I’m sure there’s a plausible way to use a comma instead.

I’ve never held a character for an entire novel. Most times I’ve not carried them more than a page. None of them have ever experienced anything like growth or change. I doubt any of my characters in recent years displayed more than one emotion.

Tension. Huh?

Structure. Theme. Stakes. Volume. Girth. Texture. Nuance. Weight. Distance. Soul?

Yeah, well…

179 words on day 525

Verdantly

I wish there were some way to write and listen to music that wasn’t always Enya. A glowing key keyboard might be nice too. I could really write the hell out of something if my keys glowed and I could listen to Old Crow Medicine Show. Alas, I cannot.

This green font in my Write Monkey application pleases me. I’m sorry you can’t enjoy the fresher-than-that-old-blue color with me.

My Kindle 3 case arrived today. The kindle will arrive at some future—as yet unspecified—date. Hopefully the pair will travel with me to Denver and Cimarron. My new Kindle would alert stewardesses to my hip self; my old iPhone would say, “But he’s not out of control.”

This green font awesomates.

Awesomates actively replaces the passive voice phrase ‘is awesome’.

As lame—or drunken—as this all may sound, writing this way serves a purpose. A purpose hard to define, but a pupose nonetheless.

160 words on day 524

Repeating the Punchline

I’ve chosen to spend my free Sunday morning reformatting an old laptop hard drive. I’m thus constrained to writing on the phone unless I’m planning on writing later tonight. Ha ha.

Rod Taylor’s Here, There, or Anywhere is my theme music for the moment.

Read a blog yesterday with several college writing prompts for real life. It wasn’t funny after the first couple. Essentially everything after the first was repeating the punchline. The post got me to thinking about a whole host of writing I don’t do here on 1000 Days. I’m not sure how to define it except to say the results show a clear attention to purpose and a thoughtful effort.

Instructive writing. A conveyance.

I’m about inventive writing here. My writing presumes that I’ve digested much of the world around me and that I’ve developed the skills to concoct from that meal a new thing for you to enjoy.

I wonder if I’d have more success writing more towards a purpose than creatively?

165 words on day 513