|The Strangeness of Things
||[Sep. 16th, 2014|10:12 pm]
Tall and Weird
I know it's been a while and I know my last entry was pretty lame... a Sydney indeed. (I was talking about my phone's Swype 'thingy'.)
What has happened in the last *whatever* months?
Well, I've written a weird story about a ghost suffering from a Groundhog Day spirit adventure. I've started (and stopped for now) a story about a vampire who wakes after a few centuries to find the pitiful state of vampires in current popular culture slightly insulting. Another one about a man that turns into a squirrel. One I've called Seven Strangers at a Roadhouse even though only six strangers come through the doors which involves an odd form of time travel and self-fulfilling prophetic dreams that are only dreamt because of future events related to the dreams of the past...
It's always confusing... the only way I can cope is by throwing the words on the page. I think I've mentioned the term 'word vomit' before and that what it is. Although one of my writer friends asked me about my methods recently and told me that, because I edit and polish as I go, my first drafts aren't really first drafts. They're kind of first and a half drafts, maybe even second or third drafts.
So, to sum that up, I write confusingly about confusing things.
I love being a writer.