Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Eff that, let's talk shop.



    No, I am not dead. No, I am not a deadbeat writer. And no, I do not like stringing you... well... along. Although technically that is the job of a writer. Build ideas, build sentences, paragraphs, chapters, build character (that's a big one), build an infrastructure, lay some traps, then watch as the hapless little mice roam to their deaths. Oh yeah, and you gotta create some suspense. Conflict everything with everything, sprinkle nonsensical illusions with abstract thinking, LOGICALLY, then you run. As far and as fast as you can. Just run, don't look back, I can tell you what's back there.

   I imagine by now you really want to know. What is back there Rossini? Is it a monster capable of  tearing me limb to limb in the matter of blinks? Or is it nothing like it always is? Nothing but the blank blackboard of all's perdition led around by the noose with a taut hand clutching a ruler the size of a lamppost. Boy howdy is it. See, there are two similarities I've found nestled between LNFW and AVW, you want to know what they are in big bold words?

   Effing Doubt.  

    It's amazing how crippling fear can be, this coming from a man who's fear consists mainly of getting clipped by domestic cats, and sometimes cyclists. Pain I don't actually care about, it's the mess and the messed time that absolutely screws with me the most. Lose an hour, fine, lose a day, **** you, cause my rhythm is gone. And mind you, I've read up and down, and sometimes sideways, those pesky little self-help books.

      Just write, mother ****er

      Al Davis was right when he said: "Just win, baby". Right because winning solves all sorts of problems. The very same as "just write, mother****er" because in the end you'll never win a knife fight with doubt; all you can hope to do is out-write it and hope for the best.

      The good news? Very, very soon (which I mean this time) I will be sending a revised draft into Amazon, post some chapters here, and we'll see how bad I actually did.



Fingers crossed,
Rossini



Oh and sorry for the 2012 drop off. If I can, I will try updating/reviewing again.

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