Tuesday, July 19, 2005
But I'm only 19, right? Give my writing career some time? Meh. I dunno. Sad to say, I crave both perfection and instant gratification. I'll never be happy because I'm not rich, famous, and flawless right this second. Fuck!
My latest work is really something else. People are either going to love it, or hate it. Usually I show a whole buncha people my work in progress, but this is different. This story is a cross between a winning lotto ticket and that whore in Atlantic City who had the same first name as your Grandmother.
First off, it's the longest thing I've ever written. I'm not even done with it yet and just broke 20 pages! Usually I'm the queen of mayhem 2,000 words or less. Second, most of its sentences are fragments. Third, the story contains a significant ammount of dialogue but NO QUOTATION MARKS. Fourth, it has over two-dozen characters introduced one by one in the form of the guest-list for a party.
What can I say? Shades of As I Lay Dying, perhaps? *Sigh* Inevitably, one becomes the thing she hates most.
Larkner
