KJ (owlmoose) wrote,
KJ
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Creative endeavors

I love/hate it when the next story rises up and demands to be written. This is usually how it happens: the first few lines of a story will present themselves, and then the next lines follow it, and then the bit after that. But not when I sit down to write, oh no. This happens in my head while I'm trying to do something else. Like, oh, trying to get ready to leave for work. And it takes over, and I don't want to do anything other than write. Which is damned inconvenient on a workday!

Ah well. I wouldn't really have it any other way. (Hence the "love" part of the equation.)

Seriously, though, I didn't even bother to choose a book to read today; I just made sure I had the blank notebook I recently bought specifically for fic. Got the first couple of paragraphs down on the train, wrote more at lunch, added a bit on the train ride home. Then transcribed it before I headed out for dinner. This is a story I've wanted to write for a while, but you know? I don't think it's quite going to be the story I was expecting. Hmm.

In other fic-related news, we had an open-mic poetry reading in the library today. (We host one each quarter.) Normally I read a classic -- Dorothy Parker, Shel Silverstein, etc. I almost chose "And Death Shall Have No Dominion" but then decided that I might not be able to get through that right now, so instead I ended up reading a de-fanfic'ed version of "Why". It was a little nerve-wracking, reading something aloud I had written myself, but it was nicely received. I guess I'm glad I did it. Still feel a little odd about it, though.
Tags: aftermath, poetry, writing
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