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It's snowing in Toronto. Minus fifteen to twenty with the wind chill, icy streets, grey days and a world hidden under an inch, waiting to emerge. I do love winter. Weather is an intrinsic part of being Canadian; where the normal comment of 'how's the weather' is a viable and volumous topic of conversation, and not just a place holder. How can people live without seasons? Weird.
Another interesting fact. NOW, the free Toronto Weekly (which I've sold work to and thus deserves much praise) has naked hetro, homo, and polysexual images inside, to accompany its Toronto Sex Survey. Free naked pictures in newsprint on the street. My god, does Canada rock or what?
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Working on FALL ON YOUR KNEES. I discovered an interesting side effect. What had been stopping me from writing wasn't a block or ability breakdown. It was my subconscious.
I do a lot of impluse writing. Dispite the fact that I'm a thorough plotter, virtually every story has started by a few vague ideas and about three to five pages of text. Most of my opening chapters were written in long rushes, before I had even the slightest idea on the actual plot. I'd write until I had to pause, and then sit down and figure out where I was going with it.
With FALL ON YOUR KNEES, I had an intial idea that I really wanted to explore, and a style that I wanted to use. However, I wanted to get at least the third part of RAZOR out before hand. That jumbled, murky prose that kept pulling RAZOR down was me, trying to write a tight, knife-edged techno-conspiracy story as a British magical thriller. Clancy ideas do not mesh well with Gaimen/Barker stylings.
After writing a sizable chunk of FALL ON YOUR KNEES, I've managed to exorize the consuming need to focus on it, and wrote a half dozen pages of RAZOR this week. My subconscious wish to focus on FALL ON YOUR KNEES was blocking my working on anything else.
God, it feels so good to be able to write again. The brain is a funny thing. In my opinion, it's not to be trusted.
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Work in about five hours, and then, drinks with the Old Man. Sounds like a way to spend a Saturday.
Another interesting fact. NOW, the free Toronto Weekly (which I've sold work to and thus deserves much praise) has naked hetro, homo, and polysexual images inside, to accompany its Toronto Sex Survey. Free naked pictures in newsprint on the street. My god, does Canada rock or what?
***
Working on FALL ON YOUR KNEES. I discovered an interesting side effect. What had been stopping me from writing wasn't a block or ability breakdown. It was my subconscious.
I do a lot of impluse writing. Dispite the fact that I'm a thorough plotter, virtually every story has started by a few vague ideas and about three to five pages of text. Most of my opening chapters were written in long rushes, before I had even the slightest idea on the actual plot. I'd write until I had to pause, and then sit down and figure out where I was going with it.
With FALL ON YOUR KNEES, I had an intial idea that I really wanted to explore, and a style that I wanted to use. However, I wanted to get at least the third part of RAZOR out before hand. That jumbled, murky prose that kept pulling RAZOR down was me, trying to write a tight, knife-edged techno-conspiracy story as a British magical thriller. Clancy ideas do not mesh well with Gaimen/Barker stylings.
After writing a sizable chunk of FALL ON YOUR KNEES, I've managed to exorize the consuming need to focus on it, and wrote a half dozen pages of RAZOR this week. My subconscious wish to focus on FALL ON YOUR KNEES was blocking my working on anything else.
God, it feels so good to be able to write again. The brain is a funny thing. In my opinion, it's not to be trusted.
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Work in about five hours, and then, drinks with the Old Man. Sounds like a way to spend a Saturday.
