I have not been flexing my fiction muscles, have I?
I have been writing, a ton, all day every day it seems, when I'm not editing writing or planning writing or considering writing that's already been done.
But I don't write fiction. Where are the ladies of "Gare du Nord"? (Recently rejected, lovingly and regretfully, once again.) What happened to Zues? Does Muriel have a baby she miscarried or aborted?
Flexing muscles is important because without them, you don't have the strength for heavy lifting. Can I write a speech for the CEO? Sure, give me a few hours. But can I spin anything personally meaningful out of thin air. To be determined. To be "worked out."
No comments:
Post a Comment