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02 January 2011 @ 11:14 pm
From Neil Gaiman's journal:

And also, please wish me luck with this short story I'm writing. I'm up to page 19 and nothing's happened yet. Right now, they're eating porridge. In my head, by this point in the story everyone was going to be terrified, and strange oogly things would be happening to all the villagers. Porridge!

The fact that this sounds like practically every story I've ever tried to write ("Why are they eating again? Why is this entire chapter about apples? Why has nothing happened?") both amuses and heartens me.
cschellscschells on January 3rd, 2011 04:18 am (UTC)
It is truly a miracle that there are any completed books at all! *g* A book has to be pretty awful before I lose sight of the fact that it's really amazing that it has a beginning and an end and a coherent chain of events that happen in the middle...
tempestsarekind: books and flowerstempestsarekind on January 3rd, 2011 04:34 am (UTC)
This is very true! *I* certainly don't understand how people manage to finish writing book-shaped things.
cschellscschells on January 3rd, 2011 04:37 am (UTC)
Me neither! That's one of my goals for this year--just to finish writing the book I started, even if it's awful. (I don't think it's going to be awful-awful, just very "blah," probably. But that's OK! I just want to complete the process.)
tempestsarekind: posnertempestsarekind on January 3rd, 2011 04:39 am (UTC)
Well, they always say that books don't actually become any good until the rewriting starts, anyway. I think finishing your book is a great goal!
cschellscschells on January 3rd, 2011 06:31 am (UTC)
I live for re-writes!
tempestsarekindtempestsarekind on January 3rd, 2011 06:54 am (UTC)
Then you are well on your way. :)
La Reine Noire: Austen - Venting Spleenlareinenoire on January 3rd, 2011 04:22 am (UTC)
Heee, that is basically everything I have written, ever.

'...wait, why do I have 15 pages of nothing but conversation?'
tempestsarekind: typewritertempestsarekind on January 3rd, 2011 04:36 am (UTC)
Oh, goodness yes, that is so true for me. I've been working on and off on a story that actually is nothing but 15 or 16 pages of conversation, and the only thing I can think of to bring it to a conclusion is yet more conversation. It's all very irritating!
viomisehuntviomisehunt on January 3rd, 2011 06:47 am (UTC)
Well, even if something "happens" human activity is pretty limited to eating, fighting, talking, having sex, dying, or thinking about eating, talking, fighting, having sex, dying, or making art about food, sex, love, war, death. There is praying and worship, I guess, and we're usually praying for food, a good partner to love and make love with, victory in war, and prosperity in peace so we can eat well and love well, and die well.
tempestsarekindtempestsarekind on January 3rd, 2011 06:51 am (UTC)
I suppose--though it would be nice, at least, if something happened to prompt some of those other activities! :)
viomisehuntviomisehunt on January 3rd, 2011 10:01 am (UTC)
There is: It's called living. (Grin.) Think of it this way:
"May you live in interesting times" is a curse.
tempestsarekindtempestsarekind on January 3rd, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC)
True--but stories are *supposed* to be about interesting times, aren't they? At least something out of the ordinary that needs to be resolved--and I keep writing stories that wind up being very ordinary indeed.
excellent taste in trapdoorsnewredshoes on January 3rd, 2011 01:29 pm (UTC)
HEE. Oh Neil! Speaker of truths of all kinds. ;)
tempestsarekind: neverwheretempestsarekind on January 3rd, 2011 09:50 pm (UTC)
He is very good at words to live by. :)
viomisehuntviomisehunt on January 3rd, 2011 05:11 pm (UTC)
I wonder if Neil is writing a different take on the Three Bears?
tempestsarekind: bonny katetempestsarekind on January 3rd, 2011 09:50 pm (UTC)
Hee. Though then perhaps the porridge wouldn't have been such a surprise to him?
the love song of j. aimee prufrocke: lovely | nothing sweeterfaeriemaiden on January 6th, 2011 08:45 pm (UTC)
Oh lord, a large quantity of the beginning of The Hounds of God has Cilla searching all over her werewolf relations' literally ever-shifting home for just. one. decent. cup. of. tea. STOP IT, YOU ARE NOT ARTHUR DENT. WHERE IS MY EERIE ATMOSPHERE OF DREAD.

...of course, I seem to recall getting really frustrated with Ivanhoe when I was twelve because they did nothing but EAT BREAKFAST for three or four chapters straight. So. Maybe it's not just us.
tempestsarekind: books and flowerstempestsarekind on January 7th, 2011 01:21 am (UTC)
Oooh, an ever-shifting house? *wants* That sounds utterly fabulous. Besides, the eerie dread can come after tea! Or during tea. There's something to be said for the juxtaposition of the extraordinary and the mundane.

Anyway--I always want to read the things you come up with! I wish they were in bookstores, so I could. :)