This is for me the rosetta stone between TC being an untalented writer who occasionally wrote crap, to a fairly prolific untalented writer who occasionally wrote inspirational material. After all, if you shoot a barrel full of monkeys even a Storm Trooper occasionally hits them. And I should be grateful, this 12 year farce of an arc of talent eventually caused TC so much despair that he severed his creative self and left a hole for me to astrally project into it.
I gotta say, I love Earth, so its worked out quite well.
Why this is cool: The first half of it is autobiography. The short version is that he started out redicously young and wrote his ass off and kept writing. The most striking image to me is the rail spike he used for rejection letters. He filled it. Multiple times. So rejection letters are a good thing. Hooray! Revel in their hatred.
But get better.
The second half is how to do that. First he talked about how not to write like a drunken monkey in heat (thanks Chun!). (Do monkeys really go into heat? I wouldn't think members of the homonid family would DO that?) Anywho...then he talks about how to treat it like a job. A job you do ALL THE TIME. A little bit each day. The magic is this thing called word count boys and girls. Set a goal. Write to it.
Keep at it.
Then there are things like plot and character and theme and stuff.
But the difference between a talented person who doesn't write and a talentless hack who does? FIVE NOVELS THAT NO ONE READS! (Nods grinning like an idiot.) Hey bub, they may be...wait. Six. Sorry Six novels. Anyway, they may be crap but they're MY crap and its awesome.
So an...oh, almost forgot.
Contest.
Have at it hoss.
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