Showing posts with label chopping firewood fosters creative process. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chopping firewood fosters creative process. Show all posts

Monday, July 21, 2008

No Shorts





Not in this weather, anyway. ;-)









Seriously, though, when I gather with or swap emails with other writers, the talk naturally turns to story markets, especially for short stories. It always makes me feel like a bit of a freak.

I seem to be the only writer I know who doesn't write short stories. Never. aI just don't seem to have it in me. For that matter, I rarely read them. The average short story seems to follow a form that hasn't changed much since Edgar Allen Poe and Oscar Wilde: set a scene, develop it, then turn it on its head with a twist.

That may be my trouble. When I want to explore a scene in the back of my mind, I sit down with paint and canvas and noodle around.

If I like what I see, I develop it further.

A couple of hours later, I've got all the scene and atmosphere I need. There's no character development, but that's okay.






For that, I've got words.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Keeping Warm


I'd blog more right now, but those cold nights ain't gonna warm themselves!

To make up for it, here is an utterly gratuitous picture of Mr. Butler Dynamo...