So, I guess giving up in the small hours of last night was the right idea: I spent the day revising, with a couple of breaks for eating, and one for taking out the rather smelly garbage, followed by a walk. Basically changed everything around, added another 1500 1700 words, clarified metaphors, hopefully infused the story with a greater sense of intent and emotion. I hope it suffices, since I don't know how Q will factor into my GPA. Engrossed, I managed to fling my body into a fever by evening so I had to take another two hour break for a nap and chicken soup and a raid of the fruitbowl. I'm still surprised at how, at the end of every semester, my body gets very overwhelmed and upset and starts to argue with me by shutting down, giving up. It really shouldn't shock me, since it happens every time, but it does. I find any sort of regularity or pattern impressive. I still feel a bit off, but hopefully I'll cool down by morning, when it's time for close edits, mechanics. These posts may not be very exciting for you, but, guess what: fuck you. I don't give a shit. That's all there is to my life, when you get right down to it. And I sincerely hope that you do.
I mean, here:
"When it comes to writers being obsessed, I have one notion. Obsession as a state seems so close to the natural condition of a novelist at work on a book, that there may be nothing else to say about it."
--(Don) DeLillo, from the 1979 interview with Tom LeClair.
Posted by caroline at December 6, 2005 1:56 AMAs Joy once said (when I worried outloud that I post too much about random nitty-gritty editing of stories), it's interesting because it inspires us to write.
To that end, half-cut on mulled wine, I'm going to work on my story now.
Posted by: ben at December 6, 2005 7:16 PMit also reminds us of ourselves, day-to-day, much like LL Cool J reminds us of ourselves, day-to-day: MOMA GONNA KNOCK YOU OUT, &tc.
Posted by: caroline at December 6, 2005 11:27 PM