Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Woe




Moby anxiously kneading as the vacuum 'bot runs.

Writing myself into a corner, or at least new territory, where there are endings, but no clear path to any of them. I fear the trite.

7 comments:

Jean said...

Well, you're so ahead of yourself you have time to ponder the ending a bit, don't you? I shouldn't worry too much about trite - you may be a lot of things, but rarely if ever trite!

herhimnbryn said...

Moby does look worried. I would too with that 'bot' doing it's stuff!!

What will you feel like when you have found the end?

MB said...

You've bought yourself a little time. Would it help to draft alternate endings? Also, just spitting it out, I find, sometimes gets me going. Thinking ahead doesn't answer all my questions. It's in the doing of it that I manage to thread my way through obstacles.

Just a couple thoughts.

I've fantasized about one of those bots. You like it?

Anonymous said...

If you roll it over and tickle its stomach, does it go BIDDI-BIDDI-BIDDI? If it doesn't, I'd ask for your money back.

Mella said...

Don't we all...fear the trite, I mean. It's better to fear it than embrace it (it's a shame that cop-out endings are quite popular in fiction with mass appeal.)

Anna said...

A prolific young writer called Zhoen,
Couldn't see where her novel was ghoen;
Then one character said,
"I'd be better off dead."
Now her creative juices are fhloen......

Just an idea.

LJ said...

Every time I catch myself being trite, which is too often, I back up and stop writing for a while.
I think all writers fear that more than just about anything.
Good for you for persevering, Zhoen.