A Round of Words in 80 Days Meets The Clarion Write-a-Thon
Thursday Day 11 - Some new outlining
Friday Day 12 - Jumped ahead to book version of Ep 26
Saturday Day 13 (Bastille Day) -Book version of Ep 23
I think I just have to consider Wednesdays to be a wash in terms of new writing. Meeting the deadline on the episode post for Thursday is about all I can handle on a work day. Unfortunately, I'm finding that's a problem for Sundays as well, even though I should be able to do better.
I actually did a lot of fragments of other episodes this section too -- I think I'll have a whole batch of episodes ready in a row one of these days.
(See all the ROW80 folks who checked-in today.)
I'm doing a Reader Poll until the end of July. It asks just the basic question: are you a new reader (since I started posting the serial in May), and are you following the story, or just the writing posts, or both. Please stop by and gimme some answers!
Thoughts on the Day After Bastille Day
On this day in 1985, I started my writer journal. It felt like a momentus occasion: I had been accepted into grad school. I had gone to Clarion in 1982 -- which was the beginning of my writing revolution. Clarion was, to me, the storming of the Bastille. It got me started, but it hadn't yet accomplished much. (As I understand it, the Bastille only had one prisoner in it at the time it was stormed -- and he didn't want to leave.)
That's kind of how it is with your creative life; you have these great exciting, motivating bursts of energy that change everything, and you feel like you've accomplished something. And then you realize that all you've done is strike the spark. And it didn't even catch, and you've still got to build the fire. You know, the slow, old fashioned way.
More than that, though. Even when you do accomplish something, there's always more to it, another hill to climb, more ideas than you can possibly handle.
There's a great line in the tacky action movie Under Siege. Tommy Lee Jones, pretending to be a firebrand revolutionary fanatic, says "A revolution gets its name by always coming back around in your face."
It doesn't stop. Every July 15, I like to pause and look at things, and see how the revolution is never over. It's only just starting. Always.
The day after Bastille Day is the day the real revolution starts.
See you in the funny papers.