Saturday, September 29, 2007
earning my MFL
I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst.—Mary Oliver, from “The Deer”
It’s a bit tricky for the workaholic in me to let up. (As faithful readers of this blog probably realize…) I list, goal, and plan myself to death. I think it’s out of fear, though. Especially last year—I was afraid that I might see this writing stint as one gloriously long summer vacation. And then slip into idleness… sleeping in, slouching around, forgetting to put words on paper.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
something rewritten this way comes
No language stands still.—Chicago Manual of Style
By the end of last week, my draft stood at 26,631 words—roughly a fourth of the book. ...And then on Monday, I lopped off a few thousand words—over two chapters!—and am rewriting yet again. I feel like this goes against all the writing advice I’ve received: aren’t you supposed to press on, get to the end, and then turn around and rework it?
Friday, September 07, 2007
there and back again
The distance is nothing, when one has a motive.—Jane Austen
And so I’m back from a whirlwind week—my grand tour. Up to Gaylord, Michigan and then down to Nashville, Tennessee, and two days ago, back home. By the end of it, I felt like I had truly seen a chunk of the Midwest—the dried cornfields through Illinois, lakes and pines in Michigan, and the dark hills of Kentucky and Tennessee.
trying to catch a picture of the fields