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I love how writers talk about our craft sometimes as though we're not in control. "Oh, my characters are doing this..." or "I'm not sure where this plot's going...". Makes me wonder about the nature of God.
Because in writing, everything does, technically, come from our brains, thus we are technically in complete control.
It hardly ever feels that way, though.
So maybe it's possible to be omniscient, omnipotent and still feel helpless. If so, wow. Our universe as we know it is frelled.
The only thing getting me through my current read is that I have a pencil and I'm circling parts of the book where, had I been editor, I would have handed it back to the writer with a giant, "Is there a reason for this words to exist? I think not. Do it again, and this time act like you're writing a story somebody actually wants to read."
I'd be the bitchiest editor ever, because I can't stand mediocre writing. Seriously. Either be really good or really bad, but don't waste my time with some lukewarm offering that you puked onto paper, spellchecked, and sent in.
I have a theory about the use of description in fiction: Ask of yourself, and of your descriptions at all times: Why the fuck does this matter?
If the thing you're describing is either very necessary or very, very (VERY!) interesting, feel free. Regale me.
But for the love of cheesecake, people, don't waste my time describing furniture, clothes, landscapes, or people that don't matter. Seriously. Unless the guy is wearing a clown suit at a funeral, don't take time out of your pedantic little plot to bore me further.
Meeeeeow. Wow. I am bitchy.
It's a good thing I'm just an intern, Y/N?
Because in writing, everything does, technically, come from our brains, thus we are technically in complete control.
It hardly ever feels that way, though.
So maybe it's possible to be omniscient, omnipotent and still feel helpless. If so, wow. Our universe as we know it is frelled.
The only thing getting me through my current read is that I have a pencil and I'm circling parts of the book where, had I been editor, I would have handed it back to the writer with a giant, "Is there a reason for this words to exist? I think not. Do it again, and this time act like you're writing a story somebody actually wants to read."
I'd be the bitchiest editor ever, because I can't stand mediocre writing. Seriously. Either be really good or really bad, but don't waste my time with some lukewarm offering that you puked onto paper, spellchecked, and sent in.
I have a theory about the use of description in fiction: Ask of yourself, and of your descriptions at all times: Why the fuck does this matter?
If the thing you're describing is either very necessary or very, very (VERY!) interesting, feel free. Regale me.
But for the love of cheesecake, people, don't waste my time describing furniture, clothes, landscapes, or people that don't matter. Seriously. Unless the guy is wearing a clown suit at a funeral, don't take time out of your pedantic little plot to bore me further.
Meeeeeow. Wow. I am bitchy.
It's a good thing I'm just an intern, Y/N?
