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mellotron_breakfastI neglected to mention that I had a big concern: a time where pain ran from left buttock to left little toe, followed by a subsiding of all pain yet disturbing numbness of the toe. I could walk fine, the toe didn't turn purple, but you might have jabbed a particular spot with a needle and I wouldn't have felt anything.
My chiropractor just alleviated it. Now I can poke the desk-floor beneath me and actually feel the toe touch something. Relief!
Meanwhile, I got to 37K of the second manuscript yesterday. I reduced what I prefer to call narrative sucker-punching. Others call it narrative whiplash, but...
I much prefer the idea that my narrative is punching you in the back of the head. It makes the problem sound much less like an accident, since writers are expected to premeditate the contents of their copy even if people like me aren't so neurotypical about it. Even at the spur of the moment, you should have some idea what the back of someone's head looks like compared to their face and that you are about to punch it. It follows because these were almost all moments where I said, "Dear dear, that should have been introduced sooner. I'll get it on the second draft."
In which case, nobody should have been subjected to the first draft. It's too late, now. You'll never get that five minutes and ragequit back. Your only recourse is to lift the off-looking floorboard, descend into your Dark Dungeon, and wail, "Hastur! Hastur! Hastur!"
And then you would be treated benignly as a shepherd, in accordance with Bierce's short story.
Did you think Lovecraft was right?
My chiropractor just alleviated it. Now I can poke the desk-floor beneath me and actually feel the toe touch something. Relief!
Meanwhile, I got to 37K of the second manuscript yesterday. I reduced what I prefer to call narrative sucker-punching. Others call it narrative whiplash, but...
I much prefer the idea that my narrative is punching you in the back of the head. It makes the problem sound much less like an accident, since writers are expected to premeditate the contents of their copy even if people like me aren't so neurotypical about it. Even at the spur of the moment, you should have some idea what the back of someone's head looks like compared to their face and that you are about to punch it. It follows because these were almost all moments where I said, "Dear dear, that should have been introduced sooner. I'll get it on the second draft."
In which case, nobody should have been subjected to the first draft. It's too late, now. You'll never get that five minutes and ragequit back. Your only recourse is to lift the off-looking floorboard, descend into your Dark Dungeon, and wail, "Hastur! Hastur! Hastur!"
And then you would be treated benignly as a shepherd, in accordance with Bierce's short story.
Did you think Lovecraft was right?
