docvergil (docvergil) wrote, @ 2003-12-02 23:16:00

Current mood:	sore
Current music:	Monstrous Regiment::Terry Pratchett, read by Tony Robinson

GODDAMN!! This thing is just cursing me at the moment - I don't know what I pressed, but my bloody entry just disappeared! Grrr, I hate that!

So, anyway......
Now I've completely forgotten what I was just talking about.

Well, I was going to go on about my plot bunnies, of which there are kinda three, although one is very sketchy.
First Phoenix. Now, I did write a bit more of this last Friday, but not a great deal. I just can't seem to concentrate on it at the moment, mainly because I've got so much legitimate work that I should be doing instead. Like I couldn't write today, I could only make notes on what I'd already written, which I suppose is just as useful. But I'm a word-count obsessive, it makes me feel good when I see a big number in the words column! But it's definitely coming along. It's a weird feeling for me becaue I'm used to what I write just randomly coming to me, as is. that's just how I used to write when I was at school, and I honestly thought that I could only be an intuitive writer, because that's how I did everything I was then good at (English, classics, and art particularly). But now because I've been made to think about how I do things, work things out, make decisions, how I think, I know that I can do it this way too. Durham taught me that much! And I've learnt so much from the Latin literature I've already read, just by osmosis, that I feel much better prepared than I was then. I still feel vaguely guilty that I didn't do English at university, because there are big gaps in my knowledge, but I also figure that this is what libraries exist for, and I can teach myself about whoever takes my interest, without having to pay for the privilege. But I'd still love to do Oxford's English course!

Plot bunny two is my soul trapped inside a ring idea. I want to write it like a fairy tale (an Angela Carter style fairy tale), but i'm not sure how to go about it, so I'm going to carry on re-reading Carter and hope that it helps!

Plot bunny three is not a plot at all really, just an idea for the writingprojects awards Magic topic. And when I suggested it I didn't have the faintest clue what I could write for it, it just sounded like it had potential. So anyway, there was this thing, just a half page really, of (again) fairytale like prose that came to me at school. I was thinking about R. and ways to describe him. Now, I did write this when I was 18, so have pity;)

Prince of dark places, a fairytale monarch, cloaked and hooded with a disembodied soul. He had not relinquished his childhood obsession with appearances. His glamour was a thick and self-manufactured one, cloaking him, hiding him. He is a man drawn out on tenterhooks, in an unconscious state of nervous tension, stretched and shaped into something he no longer quite recognises. He is pulled and twisted, taut and defensive, his back and shoulders are lines of dead soldiers. He pushes through the embarrassment swollen with imaginary pride, making himself believe. A smile is lost somewhere in the darkness at the back of his eyes. It dances like the devil in his lashes, he is stained with a little sunlight yet.

I'm still quite fond of the last line, mostly because I can never work out quite what I want it to mean.
I could definitely work this into a magic type piece, because I've already done a lot of thinking about charms, glamours, summonings and so on in connection with R. And yes, all my writing will probably continue to be about him until something, or someone, equally inspiring comes along. After six years I still find him fascinating and beautiful. He's still my Muse. Actually that's another idea I want to explore, the idea of a male Muse.

So, it's nearly the witching hour, and another day wasted (ooo - good first line, no?), so I'd best be to bed. I've got the draft of that essay for Prof. Levene to write for Friday morning. :( Nervous? Uh huh!

velvetandlace 2003-12-08 08:36 (link)

Okay, so I finally have time to reply to this post! Go me! (I'm so behind on all your entries though - I had about four to read when I signed on) But I'm a word-count obsessive, it makes me feel good when I see a big number in the words column! But it's definitely coming along. I can be like that too - but usually only with "real" work - I must now how fast (or how painfully slowly) I am progressing. It's a habit I'm trying to break! It's a weird feeling for me becaue I'm used to what I write just randomly coming to me, as is. that's just how I used to write when I was at school, and I honestly thought that I could only be an intuitive writer, because that's how I did everything I was then good at (English, classics, and art particularly). This sounds like me...again with the similarity! That's how I write/wrote for English, Drama, even history a little, and now media/film studies. I've also kinda always been the same with my more creative stuff. However, the work I hold dearest to me was one I planned. I still feel vaguely guilty that I didn't do English at university, because there are big gaps in my knowledge, but I also figure that this is what libraries exist for, and I can teach myself about whoever takes my interest, without having to pay for the privilege. The way I see it, English classes are a pleasure, not a neccessity. You don't need a class to make you a writer, you do that on your own. Besides - and I can't believe I'm about to say this - the base, structural, linguistic formation of the language and writing doesn't always matter. But I'd still love to do Oxford's English course! Heck, one of the reasons I'm so determined to study in the UK awhile is to do a British English course! Plot bunny two is my soul trapped inside a ring idea. I want to write it like a fairy tale (an Angela Carter style fairy tale), but i'm not sure how to go about it, so I'm going to carry on re-reading Carter and hope that it helps! This sounds neat. I may sound ignorant, but I can't place the name Anglea Carter, and right now I'm far too lazy to look her up. Maybe you could describe her stuff to me? Now, I did write this when I was 18, so have pity;) I feel like I should have a clause on all my stuff! I wrote this...well, know, but I'm youngish, so have pity :p He is a man drawn out on tenterhooks, in an unconscious state of nervous tension, stretched and shaped into something he no longer quite recognises. I like this sentence. It really does sum up nervous tension, in a way I can definitely picture. Very rich, romantic, old-style fairy taleish. (Reply to this) (Thread)