writing, more process
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ellenkushnerYou don't want to hear about my weekend. I'm probably going to tell you anyway, but not right now. It was Good, but there was rather a Lot of It - we hosted an IAF Board meeting in our apartment, with guests from 5 other cities, and auxiliary events galore. All delightful, but tiring - esp coming out of a week in which our longtime assistant came down from Boston for 3 intensive days of "Can we actually get this place in order?" (Reply - and Questioners - hazy; Ask Again Later). Meanwhile, thanks for your kind and collegial notes about the story. I realize there's more:
Sunday night I printed out the text, seeing it in print on paper for the first time. It looks deliciously unfamiliar. Usually I would mull over that first, and make little marks on the paper. But I printed it to read aloud to 2 remaining houseguests, which I did (only stopping a couple of times to make little marks on the paper when it was just too awful - or, more charitably, when the better word choice insinuated itself so forcefully). They liked it, and had some useful comments. Best of all, I got to experience it whole, in sequence, with a sense of its rhythms and pacing, in my body. It pretty much works the way I hoped it did.
So now I get to sit down this afternoon at my window (despite the falling snow) to give it a good, critical (silent) read, scribble it up some, and then type in fixes & present to Delia & maybe another reader. And then . . . .
Sunday night I printed out the text, seeing it in print on paper for the first time. It looks deliciously unfamiliar. Usually I would mull over that first, and make little marks on the paper. But I printed it to read aloud to 2 remaining houseguests, which I did (only stopping a couple of times to make little marks on the paper when it was just too awful - or, more charitably, when the better word choice insinuated itself so forcefully). They liked it, and had some useful comments. Best of all, I got to experience it whole, in sequence, with a sense of its rhythms and pacing, in my body. It pretty much works the way I hoped it did.
So now I get to sit down this afternoon at my window (despite the falling snow) to give it a good, critical (silent) read, scribble it up some, and then type in fixes & present to Delia & maybe another reader. And then . . . .
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Date: 2008-02-12 07:53 pm (UTC)Erm, I rather have to ask...*fiddles nervously with peppermint stick* We're doing these exercises in poetry on Thursday, romance-themed, for Valentine's Day, and having no romantic experience worth writing a sappy poem of any real merit over, could I maybe use Riverside as a muse, of sorts...? Would that be sort of like fanfiction? Or should I not go there? *fidget*
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Date: 2008-02-12 08:07 pm (UTC)And if it helps: I don't think Shakespeare personally knew either Venus or Adonis. I doubt Keats actually met a Knight at Arms alone or palely wandering. Yeats may never even have made it to Innisfree.
All of which is to say: we draw our inspiration whence we can! This newfangled notion that all art must be confessional is just plain silly. And not even traditional. Yah!
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Date: 2008-02-13 03:06 am (UTC)I'm honored to honor Riverside. *beams*
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