I’ve begun to piece together a pretty interesting little story in my mind. I’m not generally a good writer of stories. I can give you a flowery sentence. I can make Lisa fall in love with me in an email. I can make mom cry or Esther laugh in a blog post. But when it comes to plot or dialogue or beginning, middle, end and all that, I tend to revert to high school composition class. Or worse yet, internet fanboy.
Funny tangent – I decided I wanted a book to carry with me for those minutes between classes when I don’t have time to study, so I (illegally) downloaded a copy of the most recent Harry Potter book and transferred it to my ipaq. And man, it sucked. I was so surprised that Rowling could a) lose any and all writing talent and b) destroy the characters/plots/settings that she’d worked so hard to create. Halfway through the book, Dumbledore had become a bad guy, Ron and Hermione were dead, and Harry could turn into a hippogriff. Now, I don’t want to give anything away, but even those of you who haven’t yet read the first half of the real Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince should be calling shenanigans when Harry turns into a hippogriff. That’s right: I’d downloaded fan-lit. An 800 page pile of geek-written, steaming poop. Who’s the bigger geek, though? The geek who writes their own Potter book, or the geek who reads 400 pages of it?
Anyway, even though I’m not really the Hemmingway that Lisa makes me out to be (although I do like my night hours) I‘m starting to like the story that’s been simmering in my brain the last few weeks. I might share some ideas (or even snippits) as they present themselves to me, but that’d take a lot of effort, so don’t expect anything soon. Then again, I do have a lot of time on my hands, now that I’m no longer reading Phony Faker and the Fake-Blood Fraud.
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