Sometimes I hate my writing. It feels repetitive and clunky and always always always like I’m using the wrong words to get my point across. I’ll get lost in trying to make a point without spoiling things or being aggressively negative, and then reread it and feel like I’m saying nothing. Sometimes I feel like I’m stalling out and the words scatter, or I get it in my head that I’m not a very interesting writer and I want to give up.
Sometimes I hate my writing, and that extends to the fictional stuff too. I’ll look at my dialogue and feel like it’s too stilted and faux formal. My action scenes fall flat. Sometimes it just feels like I’ve spent so much time with it on the back burner that it’s congealed and will never work quite right.
Sometimes I don’t hate my writing though. Those times are getting fewer and farther between lately, which sucks massively. But they still exist. Sometimes it feels like I might can make this whole thing work out and actually get somewhere with it. Sometimes I can even hold onto that when I hate my writing. I can hold it up to myself.
Sometimes I get tired of doubting myself and have to vomit words into the void. It’s a little weird like that, telling no one and everyone this one tiny huge secret so I can go back to calling myself the best thing ever.
I’m starting to sound like a pop song here. Someone set this to the four chords, let’s see what happens.
So, the book that I’m working on a review for and the book I just started have a lot of surface similarities and it’s kind of funny. The similarities make how different the writing is stand out more than I would have initially thought, and it’s kind of making me enjoy the one I’m reading now more than I think I would have if I hadn’t read the other. It’s cool.
Also, new Harry Potter book is coming out Sunday. I’m going to pre-order that while I can still get a discount on it. I have to work the midnight release though, so that isn’t as much fun as it could have been. I do want to do a costume for it though, since we can dress up. I’ve got my wand part way finished and a vague idea of what I want to do for the clothing. The big problem is that I can’t sew and it’s hard to find a robe that works right on short notice.
I’ve got a couple guest posts on the way, need to get those posted but they’re mostly ready. Also another review should be ready in, say, a week. Probably less. I’m also still considering posting bits of that thing I’ve been writing, but I’m not honestly sure anyone would be interested or if this would be the place to post it.
A friend of mine and I had a conversation earlier today regarding the Slender Man and horror movies. It’s one of those things that makes a really good story when handled well, such as with Marble Hornets or Just Another Fool. What I’m wondering is if it could be applied to literature effectively. We’re talking a Lovecraftian monstrosity that stalks and kills anyone who pays to much attention to him (it?) here, a monstrosity that already has a ton of back story and exposure from all the ARGs and Slenderbloggers. Would it apply well to literature? To books that don’t up date with something new every few days or weeks? The amount of hits that places like Dreams in Darkness and, again, Just Another Fool get even after being finished could suggest so. Would the Slenderbloggers and the guys who run the ARGs react well to a novelist adding to their mythology? Would they tie it into what they were doing as a kind of “those poor fools what have they done” or would they decry someone trying to capitalize on the ground work that they laid? At the end of the day, would there be enough interest outside of the internet to make it worthwhile to a publisher to print a novel that played with Slendy or would it be ignored by all but the already present followers online?
What do you guys think? Is Slendy something that could work in a book or should he stay online? Heck, maybe sound off with your favorite Slenderblog or ARG while you’re at it.