As Papa said…
Papa Hemingway, that is:
“There is nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
And no, I’m not comparing my writing to Papa…
And no, I’m not comparing my writing to Papa…
But I do understand what he means.
I got a critique back recently…
Yeeow!
What does she mean my characters are cardboard?
And my protagonist doesn’t have enough emotions?
So I took a deep breath and read…
And reread….
And reread
What was the problem?
I understood exactly what my character was feeling.
(light bulb goes on here)
Um yeah…‘I understood’ being the operative words.
Obviously, what my character was feeling wasn’t obvious.
And so I sat to rewrite…
And I sat…
And sat…
And sat.
Damn this is hard.
I mean, c'mon on!
I think short thoughts.
I think short thoughts.
I write short sentences. (duh)
But emotions I guess, shouldn’t be short.
I don’t know if it’s AADD…
Or I block emotions…
But it’s hard for me...
To stay with feeling too long.
But blocked emotions are not conducive..
To writing emotional stories.
So I put on a Rick Braun CD…
And allowed myself to f e e l.
Half way through the CD, I was balling my eyes out.
Jeeze! Why? His music never seemed sad before.
But I stuck with it…
All the way to end of chapter one.
Lord! This was harder than I thought.
And if like Papa…
I have to bleed to write...
I'm going to need a transfusion...
To get through the whole manuscript.
I'm going to need a transfusion...
To get through the whole manuscript.
What about you?
How deep does your prose go?
How hard do you suffer for your characters?
Or do you?
Always, Em-Musing