Thursday, July 22, 2010

This Is Going To Be A Slow Day

Because I have been so often referring to the novel I am writing, a reader recently asked me, "What is your novel about?"

I prefer not to discuss the specifics, but, in general, the story reflects the question...

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

And yes I am being intentionally circumspect.

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This morning, as I do every morning, I read the brief daily offering from The Writer's Almanac and discovered the following interesting item:

When Tom Robbins writes, he has breakfast and lights up a cigar, and then he works on a sentence until he considers it absolutely perfect.Sometimes that takes a whole day. Once he decides that it's perfect, he moves on, and once he has a page finished, he won't rewrite it. He said, "I like painting myself in corners and seeing if I can get out."

That's one method that some authors employ, I've heard. It does seem to me that doing this would be prohibitively time consuming.

But, whatever works . . . right?

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Just after the sun rose over the Santa Catalina mountains I marveled at the shifting play of light that painted each mountain peak with contrasting colors and subtle light-to-dark graduations evoked by the movement of denser and denser clouds drifting across the often-bleak mounainscape.

I snapped a boatload of pictures but none of them accurately depicted the actual gradations that my brain registered from the impulses transmitted from my eyes.

Five of them came close, so I am including them below:


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The clouded sky and mountain scape below it seem to echo the changing intensities of my alternately darkening and lightening moods this morning.

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Now I'm off to check my Powerball lottery ticket selections with the posted winning numbers.

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1 comment:

  1. Just my experience, mind you, but perfecting as you go is no more time-consuming than perfecting after all is written. A matter of sequence, that's all.

    Some of us cannot abide so-called first drafts of even one sentence (writing is a poetic art for us). Heck, I re-wrote this brief comment several times as I composed it.

    In any event, computerized word processing prevents anyone from knowing who fiddled with what and when.

    By the way, I enjoyed your use of a well-known Latin phrase. Not so circumspect as one might think, however, especially not for those of us who have read your work for a considerable length of time.

    I'm counting on you to accomplish what I cannot.

    May the plot be with you, but may the characters supersede their actions.