I just came from the site http://terribleminds.com/ramble/ , Chuck Wendigs site for writers. His newest post about "25 things Writers Should Know About Conferences and Conventions" is very informative and fun to read.
So much fun that I even posted a question and a comment. His writings are...for a lack of a better description, insanely addicting. After reading the post (actually, it happens after I read a lot of his posts) I feel the urge to write and better my own skill at using words to describe in a profound and exciting way the feel of my story. However, there are moments when the feel of what I'm to trying show just won't come to me and I have to fill in with what will work for the time being.
It's like hanging your clothes. You have plastic hangers, fuzzy hangers for the shirts that just refuse to stay put, and then you have the wire hangers. The rusty little things that are left over when you only need two more good hangers. Dammit.
Right now I have way to many wire hangers in my novel. I'm hoping that the more I do this the better I will become and I can truly believe that I am worthy of the title "Pen Monkey".
Until then, I guess the horrible little creature that my mind just created in the form of a bobble head with Faye Dunaway face screaming, "NO MORE WIRE HANGERS. EVER!!!" Will have to suffice as my motivator.
So much fun that I even posted a question and a comment. His writings are...for a lack of a better description, insanely addicting. After reading the post (actually, it happens after I read a lot of his posts) I feel the urge to write and better my own skill at using words to describe in a profound and exciting way the feel of my story. However, there are moments when the feel of what I'm to trying show just won't come to me and I have to fill in with what will work for the time being.
It's like hanging your clothes. You have plastic hangers, fuzzy hangers for the shirts that just refuse to stay put, and then you have the wire hangers. The rusty little things that are left over when you only need two more good hangers. Dammit.
Right now I have way to many wire hangers in my novel. I'm hoping that the more I do this the better I will become and I can truly believe that I am worthy of the title "Pen Monkey".
Until then, I guess the horrible little creature that my mind just created in the form of a bobble head with Faye Dunaway face screaming, "NO MORE WIRE HANGERS. EVER!!!" Will have to suffice as my motivator.