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Monthly Archives: November 2006
Day 6 . . .
1391 words.
Hey. That’s 1391 more words than I had written on Day 4.
Unless you count the words I wrote on the novel idea I scrapped on Day 3. (Do you think it’s fair to combine them?)
:-D
Lyrical lines
Talking to a friend a couple of weeks ago about pop music. It was after I’d cited a Little Feat song in this post and he’d looked at a YouTube clip of Fat Man in the Bathtub.
He remarked on Lowell George’s genius in lengthening the musical line.
And I got to thinking, lengthening the musical line had implications for the lyrical line, too.
I’d picked up a couple of Dave Matthews CDs some time ago, after my ex left (he was the one with the music collection) but hadn’t listened to them much — I was aware of the songs peripherally, enough to hum along, but hadn’t paid that close attention to them. Then idly, one day, I played Under the Table and Dreaming and found myself for the first time paying real attention to it.
Matthews has been criticized for writing songs that are too monotone, something I’d found a bit off-putting too. But suddenly I was what’s going on: these pieces are actually poetry — set to music — set to jam band music.
If you transcribe the lyrics to a song like The Best of What’s Around, you can see it, as long as you don’t artificially try to insert line breaks:
Hey my friend, it seems your eyes are troubled — care to share your time with me?
Would you say you’re feeling low? And soA good idea would be to get it off your mind.
See you and me have a better time than most can dream — have it better than the best, so we can pull on through.
Whatever tears at us, whatever holds us down — and if nothing can be done we’ll make the best of what’s around.Turns out not where but who you’re with that really matters — that really matters.
And hurts — not much when you’re around.And if you hold on tight to what you think is your thing, you may find you’re missing all the rest.
Well she ran up into the light surprised; her arms are open, her mind’s eye is seeing things from a better side than most can dream, on a clearer road — I feel —
Oh — you could say “she’s safe.” Whatever tears at her. Whatever holds her down — and if nothing can be done she’ll make the best of what’s around.Turns out not where but what you think that really matters.
See you and me have a better time than most can dream — have it better than the best, so we can pull on through.
Whatever tears at us, whatever holds us down — and if nothing can be done we’ll make the best of what’s around.Turns out not where but who you’re with that really matters — that really matters.
It hurts — not much when you’re around.
What’s amazing is that lines like this can be made to come across as so pop.
NaNoWriMo Day 5
Well. I switched novels. Had to. I had a premise with idea #1 but I couldn’t come up with a grabby plot. Premise #2 is one I’d kicked around a couple of years ago and remembered it the other night. There’s a bit more meat to this idea so hopefully will be easier get some traction.
But I’m behind and the troubles in my personal life haven’t helped matters much — 400 words is all I’ve managed so far. On the other hand, given my schedule & the fact that I also have a lot of writing to do for my day job I have to cut myself some slack. And truthfully, I’d be pleased even if I came up with only half the 50K NaNoWriMo quota by Nov. 30. Not that I’ve given up yet!!! Grrrrr. We’ll see what happens.
[tags] writing, National Novel Writing Month [/tags]
Firebird

Sometimes we don’t know what it is that we’ve captured. We know it’s magical. And the most beautiful thing we’ve ever held in our hands.
We can’t believe that we’ve been asked to let it go. And that’s the mystery of it — not that the Firebird is (we’ve accepted that, it’s there in our grasp!) but the letting go — because we can’t yet know the blessings that will follow. Or even if they’ll follow.
Not writing
Can’t. Feeling low. Browsing through The Portable Romantic Poets (blogged before about the book here) looking for something mournful enough to match my mood. This can’t be healthy.
“I am the self-consumer of my woes.”
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death’s oblivion lost;
And yet I am, and live – like vapors tossedInto the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams . . .
That’s from I Am by John Clare, which would be a bit much here, copied over in full, even in my mood. A fragment’s enough.
Tomorrow’s a new day. I wish it were spring, though, instead of November.
I wish, I wish, I wish.
NaNoWriMo, Day 2
Has it occurred to anyone else that copying and pasting “it was a dark and stormy night” into a Word document 7142.8571428571428571428571428571 times would satisfy the NaNoWriMo requirements?
Hmmmmm . . .
NaNoWriMo, Day 1
Number of words written so far:
0
Time left until midnight:
4 hours, 13 minutes
Average number of words per day one would need to write if one wrote every day this month:
1666.6666666666666666666666666667
Average number of words per day Kirsten will need to write if she doesn’t get something keyed into her stinking word prcessor very soon:
1724.1379310344827586206896551724
Sigh.
Why the nerves in your mouth matter
Because if you can’t feel anything while you chew your food, you might accidently start gnawing on the inside of your mouth while you eat. Without knowing it. Except that for some reason your teeth don’t seem to connect the way they usually do. And is that blood you taste? Then it dawns on you (along with the awareness that this is not you’re brightest moment) that you’re chawing the inside of your lip. Hard. So you go to the powder room & turn your lip inside out to check in the mirror and ooooooh yuck.
(Yeah, I was at the dentist this morning. Drilled & filled. More to go, too, but we’re working on it a little at a time . . . )