Dale duro, papi
Dale mas duro...
Just randomly typing what I hear here on the radio at Janelle's. At any rate, I am in a better mood. She has a pc, made for the more complicated functions here, so though it is way past my bedtime, I will make some posts I have been thinking of.
How did I end up here you might ask? Welllll, tonight I had my first novel writing class. I bogarted my way into the advanced class, past the cerberi at Gotham, and I so love my supersmart instructor, Sandra Newman, already. Class was full of gems I probably won't be able to relate with the same impact they had in class. Wait -- which was filled with cool, interesting people. And not all of them were white! And not all of them were straight! And not all of them were women! Who knows, later I may be on here doing another Fine Whine, but for now, I'se so happy wif my class!
Okay, okay, here's a quote.
"The danger with the novel is that it can stop meaning something to you. How do you keep the love in this marriage? The key is to know what you're doing while you're writing. It might change, but while you're writing you've got to know. You're writing against a form that exists. The whole time you're writing you need to be aware of the form you're writing against."
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"Don't give it a haircut if you're going to cut it's head off." (on unnecessary scenes)
I'll publish more later.
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