Monday, February 02, 2009

so, what happens when i see my shadow?

Some mornings, when you get up, the day is so narrow you can hardly squeeze in. —Charles Schulz

I sometimes feel that I have nothing to say and I want to communicate this. —Damien Hirst

Well, I’m feeling restless. Perhaps because our glorious snow is wasting away after several days of fifty degrees. Or because my combined sugar + caffeine rush has long since gone.

Or because the scene I was working on today just fails to impress. And it’s so full of potential! Tension, humor, conflict, unusual setting. Strong characters, plot already rolling. But everything feels flat. I’ve been staring at my sentences, wanting them sharper, stronger. Don’t we read to be carried away? But these sentences have no lift.

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Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 02/02 at 06:14 PM
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