Aye! I write lots of personal rantin's. Occasionally I write relevant stuff regardin' politics, or philosophy and such. Once in a while a decent poem, rarer still, a short story. Thing about my art is, I've already done so much; I can't bring myself to get into that head space again. I've spent time workin' on a third short story before the week was up, and on a third poem before the day was up in the past. When I laid out my first drafts of the story set, I'd do between 8 and 12 pages a day. Then there was that nightmare of editin'. Know what it's like to edit not quite 1,500 pages twice in a year. . .and then know it's still not perfect? You see words in your sleep. It's HELL!!!!!!! And bein' non-professional, I had to do it myself. All of it. On a bloody U.S. word processor, of all things.
So why didn't I get a Commonwealth word processor? Well, speakin' for one who doesn't exist, that's just the way things worked out, OK??????????
No comments:
Post a Comment