Saturday, March 12, 2011

Shiny Lights in the Dim

Peppercorn on the pelmet, ready to laser all intruders (who don't bring kitty snacks.)  

Be it the sun or the cat, I'm all in favour of lights in the darkness.

Spring has arrived, and the purple crocuses and other garden inhabitants are popping up, which makes me very happy.  Spring is usually a prolific time for me, so I'm trying to get busy.  I'm plowing on with my novel again.  I begin to wonder if my characters are all half-lizard; they don't seem to want to get going.  I poke them with pointy sticks and they lie there like so much road-kill.  I have come to the conclusion that I am poking them with the wrong stick.  I need a bigger one.  Or one made of marshmallow.  Or a stick shaped like a tank.  I don't know.  I'll try anything once, though.

I have an obscene number of books on writing, which I read and re-read bits of, off and on.  I honestly can't tell if any of it is sinking in or not.  I would love to believe that my subconscious is making use if it all without telling me, but who knows?  Writing down words and shredding them afterwards seems to be the most effective learning method for me, so I'm off.

After this word:   I hate to bring this up, almost.  I know I'm very late to the game, either pro or con, but I'm just reading Twilight (yes, that Twilight) and I'm sort of in shock.

10 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

What a brilliant picture of Peppercorn!

I hope you get into the groove with your writing, if there is such a place!

Mother (Re)produces. said...

I'd like to get back into the shed, (http://thespitzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/proactive-no-i-dont-mean-that-yogurt.html) but it's not warm enough. But yeah, it is amazing how one can sometimes get on a roll, and sometimes it feels like you're wringing every word from a stone...

Whirlochre said...

Looks like an all action cat. How it snapped in the luminous green contact lenses without falling off the pelmet is beyond me.

Mother (Re)produces. said...

She's good, Whirl, she's real good. And she got all the coordination. Her brother, alas, can fall off of absolutely anything.

Sylvia said...

I love the laser eyes.

Re: writing books, I find different parts sink in as I go along so I'm pretty sure the subconscious is pretty diligent about this stuff. Also remember that while you are drafting you are your own worst enemy!

I'd *love* to see your thoughts on Twilight ... especially if you make it through to the fourth book.

Mother (Re)produces. said...

I don't think I'll make it to book four. It's honestly been a struggle so far, Sylvia. It's not that the book has no redeeming qualities, but it feels like watching the titanic sink in extra slow motion and I'm suffering...

Robin B. said...

Twilight to me seemed like foreplay that goes on so long you get tired and sleepy, waiting for the fun that looks like it will never actually...er....come. I mean, happen.

Mother (Re)produces. said...

Foreplay and abuse. Yeah.
So fuck already! At least it's legal now!
When I was at University, they sent a memo around and made announcements that it had come to their attention that some of the students were sleeping with some of the other students. They wanted to remind us that this was illegal, and anybody caught doing it would be expelled.

fairyhedgehog said...

Hehe! I had to come back and reread Robin's comment to make sense of this. So funny!

Sylvia said...

Hah, me too.

And Mother(re) seriously ... if you get far enough into the series to see them fuck, you'll regret it.