Gipsy Rose Warhol

You know, it takes a certain gift to have everyone quoting you years after you’ve said something. But I guess it takes an even greater gift to have the thing just about come true. Yep, I’m pretty sure, now, that everyone will become world-famous for fifteen minutes – and blogs just moved the spotlight that little bit closer. So, here we go: lights, camera, action!! Umm, actually I’m not quite ready yet – gimme fifteen minutes…

Saturday, 22 October 2011

Sometimes I overdo it

I wouldn't say I've been writing a lot in this two weeks' break. I've been thinking a lot, though, which is more than enough to give me a headache at the best of times! But I haven't been feeling all that great - the first day off found me lying on the settee, watching tv. It was Fred Astaire, so it did perk me up a bit.
But throughout the week, while I was thinking, I was a bit listless and rather lacking in energy.
By and by, it took a lot of doing, but I began to put pen to paper - or finger to keyboard, as it was. Instead of actual writing, I began to record, step by step, the pathway to the end of this first book. Now, as I said, it took a lot of doing, as it is rather alien to me to write things out in that way. I've never done that, though when writing Sword I did write temporary notes to get me through a chapter, or to remind myself to amend a previous chapter. Here, I found myself writing dialogue, postures, movements, to the point where I had to bring myself out of things in order to get the story to pan out before me. The need for more clarity was uppermost in my mind. I had to get the story out of my head and in front of my eyes.
It was amazing how the storytelling took over whenever I allowed it. I know, now, that when I write each future chapter, the writing will come into it quite naturally again. Only, I'll get more of it right instead of tripping over things like a novice.
However, I'll have to be careful. On Wednesday and Thursday I did two nights in a row, writing until around 5 a.m. both times. I almost did myself in. Never felt so tired, and no amount of 'good' diet since and extra sleep has brought me round. I had a birthday party to attend on Saturday, but I've had to give it up. I just couldn't do it. I did a quick shop and came back home. I'm at work on Monday, so perhaps I'll be out on Sunday for a few hours. Hopefully, young Kyle will be there and I'll be able to buy him a drink. You're only 21 once. Jeez, once you're past that milestone, time flies like crazy. Don't I know it - I feel 101 right now.
Cue the music: Just a young man, by an old road, by an old road he chose...

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