Hot Writing Flashes
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For me, writing comes in ebs and flows. That's what I hate about writing classes, and the idea of writing as a profession, you have to write on demand.
I'm not saying I can't write at two in the morning the day before the big assignment is due. I'm a college student, that comes with the territory. I'm saying I can't write well.
Sometimes stressful assignments bring out the best in me, it combines perfectly with a suddent essay writing flash. I think my LRRH essay is proof positive of that. Sometimes I can barely string two words together. At those times I don't do the assigment, or turn in something horrendous that gets a well deserved D.
When I get hit with a creative writing flash I often feel that I need to go and write, right then. Often times I come out several hours later looking like I got in a fight with three cats and came out the worse for it, but still with a pretty decent first draft.
The problem is that my last few writing flashes have come at the worst possible times.
The first took place an hour or so before Kathy's wedding. Yeah, let me just run off and write in a mad frenzy while the guests are arriving and probably right on through the service, don't worry I'll be riiight back.
The second took place in the car, on our little road trip this summer. Yeah right, in a car, with a leaky pen that works in fits and starts, trying to cram sensitive dialouge in the margins of a newspaper. Not that I didn't try.
I tired to recapture the feelings and actions and conversations that I had written out in my head and failed spectacularly. I was disappointed to find that I couldn't re-enact it. It came off sounding like some teenage melodrama and I got frustrated. It was good dammit.
That stuff some writers say, about how I should just let the story sit, let it mature in my head and gain more of a sense of reality and stuff is all utter rot. At least for me it is anyway.
This is all just to say that I have now lost two stories. They are around here somewhere and I'm just going to stubbornly wait them out. I think they will come back, eventually. Until then, I am armed with blank notebooks on my desk, in the car, at my bedside, and in my backpack. You know, just in case.
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