Tuesday, April 08, 2008

the vaporous novel

Gah. There are times the words simply refuse to cooperate, when every sentence seems banal or trite or forced or constructed, when restatement is on a half-holiday with characterization and plot somewhere cold.

Deadlines loom and what little I've written is so displeasing to me.

Can discipline really pull a rabbit out of a hat?

It seems impossible.

But we'll see (yes, that's the part of me that stubbornly refuses to give up just yet, but may be in for a reality check by next week).



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