Spoon Tonight
I'm not going to lie, I've been a grumpy motherfucker this week. The thing is, I've cranked up the writing muscles, and it's like going to the gym again after not lifting for months. The first couple of days blow, and it's always followed by incredible pain and stiffness. Then suddenly you get into a rhythm and you feel like yourself again.
That's not to say that the new piece is done. It's not. But I had a major breakthrough the other night, and I finally see what needs to be done, which is the hardest thing about short fiction: seeing it all the way through. Sure, some people are so naturally talented they can sit and genius just flows out of them. But that's not me. It takes a lot of work and planning and even then, there's always one or two little epiphanies that I have to experience during the "journey" before it's right.
I'm close, though, close enough that tonight I'm going to check out Spoon at 330 Ritch, which I swore I wouldn't do until the story was ready. Oh well. Sometimes life comes calling and you have to dive right in and deal with the consequences in the morning.
That's not to say that the new piece is done. It's not. But I had a major breakthrough the other night, and I finally see what needs to be done, which is the hardest thing about short fiction: seeing it all the way through. Sure, some people are so naturally talented they can sit and genius just flows out of them. But that's not me. It takes a lot of work and planning and even then, there's always one or two little epiphanies that I have to experience during the "journey" before it's right.
I'm close, though, close enough that tonight I'm going to check out Spoon at 330 Ritch, which I swore I wouldn't do until the story was ready. Oh well. Sometimes life comes calling and you have to dive right in and deal with the consequences in the morning.
posted by Rob Simons at 5:10 PM
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