NaNoBlog 2002
30 days.
50,000 words.
No sweat.
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Thursday, October 17, 2002
When I got out of high school, I knew a lot of people with romantic notions of being a writer. Okay, we all had romantic notions--starving in some sparse, unheated writer's garret while we pounded out stories that would take the world by storm--but a lot of us were more in love with the idea of being a writer than with actually writing. And some of those people who were so into the idea of suffering for their art are still suffering 18 years later (though mostly in dull jobs...), but still not creating any art. I've decided to go for the art, not the suffering. I think a true artist can create no matter where they are, whether in the back of a rickety bus on a dirt road in rural Mexico, or in a cozy, heated, brick house in the suburbs. If you need drama around you to create, maybe it's the drama you're in love with more than the creation itself. Oh, yeah, I also don't believe much in hierarchies of "low art" vs. "High Art," but that's another whole can of worms... Just a thought...my rant for the day. My main goal is to entertain, anyway. If I make someone think, it's a bonus.
I think it might help my NaNo novel writing if I think of it less as writing a novel, and more as doing a long improvisation on paper. My post-high school writing group turned into an improv acting group, anyway, and there are a lot of the same impulses involved, except that writing seemed more daunting and permanent, while we felt more free to be creative in improv. posted by Alison | 10:14 AM
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