I'm listening to Maroon 5:
Thought you should know. Any who, Spring Break is drawing closer and closer. I can almost taste it. I'm excited. I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now, or studying, but obviously I'm doing neither. Why? Because I'm farther along than I normally am. And I thought I should release some thoughts before I continued on my creative critical journey.
Creative critical essays are actually pretty fun. I was skeptical at first, but I've had a good time writing them for the most part. Sometimes they're pretty frustrating, but that's writing. I've learned to accept it. It's weird, I think I am getting closer to my writing. I'm being drawn in. There really are little writers in the back of my head screaming at me. One sounds like Brad, another like Barb, and O'Connor and Burke are also running around in there. So many voices.
Don't worry, I know I'm crazy. But I think you have to be to be a writer. If there aren't little people in your head telling you what's going on either you don't know your characters well enough, or you've never been critiqued properly. Brad's running around telling me my shit sucks, Barb's analyzing the prose, and O'Connor and Burke are yelling about me fucking up their shit.
Creative critical writing takes it to a whole new level. If it's creative writing, it's not my story. It's the characters, I'm just the one typing it. If it's critical, it's not about me, it's about the work. If it's both, then all hell breaks loose and I've got writers, editors, and characters yelling at me all at once. It's a little overwhelming, and I know that when I tell my roommate about the angry writers in my head she thinks I'm a little crazy.
But it's true. Such is the life.
Quote of the Day:
"The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat."
- Lily Tomlin
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