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on_writing_a_novel
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birdmad
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I started writing a novel when i was in high school, it began as my way of getting catharsis for my teenage angst over the disaster known as my love life, but then a buddy of mine introduced me t the concept of crime for kicks and so my novel is a somewhat fictionalized account of what life was like for me from my senior year of highschool up to the point a year after when my dad died
i was a little more than a third of the way from what i could call finished when i let a friend of mine read through what i had and they said it looked a lot like an almost middle class version of Less_than_Zero and asked me if i had read the book or seen the movie ( i hadn't up until then)
after reading the book and watching the movie, i freaked out and stuffed the whole thing in a box and never saw it again until almost 9 years later when i moved into the place i live now after a few months of being scarce a little bit mental and almost homeless
(my "apartment" is the guest house on back of my grandmother's house)
as i was cleaning through all the shit that my sisters had been storing in the apartment, including all of my shit, i came upon the box that my manuscript was resting in. i tried reading it and had a hard time with the narrative since i hadn't really gotten up to speed with the writing until after my new friends had introduced me to the joy of illicit drugs and at that time i didnt have much of a way with words
i took the best parts of the original 135 pages of the old manuscript and recycled them into an outline and decided that i was going to start re-writing it as soon as i could...
in the nearly four years since then, i have fleshed out the rewrite of the story to about 149 pages, and i think the way it flows now, i think i could option the film rights if i get the sonofabitch finished and published
i am shooting for somewhere just shy of the 350 page mark
the novel is written in first person narrative
(i have a few partial chapters for a second novel that would cover fragments of the time between when my dad died up to the point where my mom died and all the crazy shit i got into during that period - the gimmick there is that it is written in the slightly more difficult "Second_person_perspective")
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werewolf
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i have the pages of like four or five all unfinished, some closer than others, randomly around, sometimes i'll be going through notebooks and i'll read a chapter. If only i wasn't so disorganized, physically and mentally.
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Arwyn
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*sighs* takes a lot of patience...
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Kate
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I'd like to see a little piece of me massly manufactured that lives on the shelves of the Barnes and Nobles and Borders, where you kissed her in the parking lot.
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june
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I have started 3 books and it's funny because I don't feel like finishing any of them now. I have writing in notebooks on strange pieces of paper and on disks, I'm a slacker probably and I don't feel much like changing it.
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