Browsing All posts tagged under »being a writer«

This is a Blatant Lie*

December 14, 2011 by

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Arkem: I feel like I’m getting tireder just sitting here with you. It’s like you’re projecting your exhaustion. Me: No. It’s the other way around. I’m leeching your consciousness. Eventually it’ll all be gone and then you’ll fall asleep and so will I. Unless Paul comes in here… I may or may not have spent […]

Let Me Give You This Story, This Book, This Habit, This Addiction. First Taste Is Free.

December 12, 2011 by

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I keep saying, I can hook you up lately. And okay, I’m talking about words. But I’m still beginning to feel like a drug dealer. Let me give you this story, this book, this habit, this addiction. First taste is free.* Maybe it’s because I think of stories as visceral things. A story can exercise your […]

France, 1525

December 5, 2011 by

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I spent some time yesterday looking for something in one of my old notebooks. Which made be a) wish I had time to transcribe them, b) wonder a little about myself, c) laugh out loud regularly and then try to looking innocent and uninteresting when the boys demanded to know what was so funny. I […]

‘Twisted As All Fuckery’ is the Way It’s Labelled In My Head

December 1, 2011 by

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So I have a program on the laptop that allows me to put sticky notes all over my desktop. I use them for all kinds of things, but there’s one in the bottom left corner that is just temporary storage for notes. I type stuff in there when I’m half asleep and I can’t be […]

A Whole Different Kind of Panic

November 30, 2011 by

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Me: I hope you don’t get bored. It is academic after all. And the intro, I think, is pretty dull. But… there are humorous chapter titles. Claire: Stop with the justifications woman, I haven’t even started it yet! Me: I have residual anxiety when it comes to my thesis. A thesis is a funny thing. […]

Words That Taste Good On Your Tongue

November 29, 2011 by

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Claire: Payback. That’s not a nice word. Me: Sure it is. I also enjoy ‘blackmail’ and ‘extortion’. Actually, quite apart from it’s meaning ‘extortion’ is a lovely word. Fun to say. I am unreasonably fond of whole groups of words for the sound of them alone, the taste of them on the tongue, the way […]

When the Dream Where I Burned Someone Who Was Only-Probably-A-Zombie Alive is the Pleasant One of the Evening I Feel Like There’s Something Wrong

November 28, 2011 by

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I am dead. Paul killed me. I know, you’re thinking, It happens. You’re fighting crime, you duck at the wrong moment… I should consider myself lucky. And it’s true. This was a relatively kind fate. Honestly. You don’t want to know what he’s done to other people we know when they’ve appeared on the page. […]

Point? What Point?

November 25, 2011 by

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On Tuesday a friend of mine came over in the morning and my housemate drugged her. (That’s a good thing. Don’t freak out.) And while she was unconscious I went out for several hours. I met a really nice chemist, helped Rick buy glasses, and fought crime… it was a good day. But by the […]

Why Do You Think Writers Spend So Much Time Trying to Reassure Everyone That They’re Not Sadists?

November 23, 2011 by

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Readers are masochists, and that’s good, because most writers are sadists. — Chuck Wendig I’m not a complete sadist. — Peter Orullian Maybe I just like the control. We all like to play God. — Stephanie BKR The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then we torture […]

I Think I Just Set Something On Fire

November 22, 2011 by

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I’m stuck. I know what happens next but the scene I’m writing feels… flat. Two dimensional. And it doesn’t lead in to the next thing. It just… stops. I feel like I’m dragging the words out by main force. Which is not my favourite way to write. The last few days it’s all been one […]

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