When I write, it is mostly a stream of consciousness. Sure, I go back and edit, rearrange, correct, but usually quickly and cursorily, aimed at expressing what I want to say, and no more.
I would like to be an artist. To tease with elegant or amusing phrases, to astound, or to evoke emotions. I wish I could craft my words. I would like to sit pondering over a sentence, or to come up with some of Mrs S’s wonderful words. I would like to produce little polished gems of posts, like those on The Danforth. But I’m no poet. It seems to be my lot to work on the basis of quantity rather than quality.
This is however, currently working in my favour as I take on the task of NaNoWriMo, writing 50,000 words in November. So I hope too you will forgive me if I post less frequently here over the next few weeks.
Good luck to you.
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I don’t agree with what you have said about quantity versus quality, but it certainly seems to be the required mindset for doing Nanowrimo. Enjoy!
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Wow. I’m impressed.
I do so wish I could write like Deloney. He is indeed a poet and possibly one of my favorite writers of ALL TIME.
Then again, I pretty much wish I could write like everyone I read. And I am not just saying that.
Good luck on your writing adventure. You are braver than I!
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Thanks guys (Helen especially for her kind denial).
I’m procrastinating over Nanowrimo at the moment, hence my presence here … 18,091 words so far …
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I see that mrs s. no longer has a blog or a facebook page. I hope he still has his record collection.
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Wow, he really did sever all his ethereal connections. I’m sure the non-ethereal collections live on.
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I can’t imagine anything parting Mrs S from his record collection. I hope not, anyway.
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