graphical representations
01 August 2010
just saw the most amazing intro title inspiration for films.
never has been done before as yet, but I felt it was pertinent for others to see how easily powerful this simple process is for an intro. the music is unaparalleled, of course.
it reminds me of how 2001 would have been seen through Kubrick today.
not much of an art house fan, but just a suggestion, maybe with a certain book called luna.
hamster wheels
25 July 2010
they call it a:
snag
delay
speedbump
barrier
hinderance
traffic jam
pause
hiccup
i call it running on a hamster wheel, or more precisely, pushing a brick wall.
the part about writing fiction is that you should always remember is that you created that world, so arguing with it is more of an exercise...a useless one.
"finish the dang fence" --john sidney mccain
i write like...
15 July 2010
I write like chuckie p.
i have no idea if that's true or not. i pasted about 10% of the book into the odd coding analysis thingamabob at http://www.iwl.me and I'm allegedly some sort of idiot savant for channeling one of the more impactful "new" writers of an "old samurai" format.
seriously doubt that...
moreso, I'd have hoped for some syllogasmic identity crisis, where two authors were pitched together consistently, trying to fight for dominance.
so i pasted even more in there, trying to force it.
And chuck kept appearing, paste after paste after paste. no joke.
so chuck, i'm going to find your twitter account and send random bits of my work to you.
and i'm going to meijer. i need food and hawaiian punch singles.
*added random thought*. what would chuck's own words look like on that site?
"You write like Tyler...RECURSIVE ERROR."
book and then the remorse
13 July 2010
call it post-partum depression, but the writer is unhappy with a narrative in chapter 23.
as they say, write it as an action, don't tell the story. show it.
butter pecan ice cream will help this.
luna birth
07 July 2010
luna is born.
she's done.
now the hard part.
what would you do
03 July 2010
what would you do in the last 40 hours of your largest effort? we're talking years of reading, linking, referencing, and writing. then, a series of summary drafts, drafts, edits, rewrites, and general confusion stretching across at least a year?
and in the final 40 hours of your fair existence, do you feel increased anticipation or panic? is your heart calm, without palpitations, as if sure of what is to happen by monday?
300 pages or so later, you almost want to retract your offering, make it 400...no, 500. frank herbert's ghost tells you, "write more, mua'dib" as robert heinlein tells you to put the fork down and live with it.
and in writing, this feeling of self-perpetuation in editing continues, even from the greatest books ever written. apocryphal texts lie dormant in the world, lost parts that were culled from a far greater endeavor, and lost forever in compromise or heresy.
i am luna. and at sufficient and critical mass within days, a new satellite for humanity.