Friday, November 02, 2012 – 24 views
— by indigo
Warning: random ramblings below.
There’s been a lot of talk about writing on app.net recently. Something to do with the kind of people who are early adopters but not developers, I suppose. And then there’s the siren call of NaNoWriMo.
I’m afraid I don’t like being left out any more than most people, so, setting aside minor details like lack of talent, experience, or anything to say, I really would like to join in. Just in case there aren’t enough words already. Maybe my contribution will just add to the dominance of quantity over quality, but I decided to resist heading even further in that direction, and not join NaNoWriMo.
Writing attracts me. Writing 50,000 words in a month doesn’t. It reminds me of the stories that used to be told about people buying books by the foot to line their nouveau riche studies. I don’t like word counts as a measure of literary achievement. I see that just putting some words on the page is how it has to start, but some of my favourite books are very short. Some are very long. I’ve never written anything longer than an essay or a blog post. I don’t know if my writing will be long or short, but I want to be free to explore a little. So I won’t be adding to the 177,782,451 words collected by NaNoWriMo so far this month, I’ll just write. Something. Every day. (Don’t worry, I won’t post it all.)
Over the last few days I’ve noticed a few writerly quotations, so just to help set the mood:
I write every day as a matter of course … It is not a burden. It is the way I live.
Just start at page one and write like a son of a bitch.
Dites-vous bien que la vraie force consiste non pas à perfectionner dans la routine, mais à créer dans la souffrance où la joie, parfois même dans l’une par l’autre et vice versa !
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