if any of you know the old colloquialism: "waiting for the other shoe to drop", then you can take the title to this blog post as either "suspended as a train departure" or "caught in a non-newtonian gravitational field".
either way, you get the picture that the other shoe hasn't dropped/won't drop/refuses to drop.
and that's the picture i am going for.
because i know nothing about how terrible i am as a novel writer.
nor how good.
so when you read my book you may just hate it.
i have read this blog post (which wasn't really anything, and the article it references to isn't any big thing either... what IS worth reading are the comments below:
http://editorialass.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-friend-just-let-me-read-her-terrible.html
what i have realized is that i have only really invited five people to read my book and only one of them has, who, being my best friend and wife is reluctant to tell me what she really thinks about it.
the other day i drug it out of her after she excitedly read me a passage from a garth nix novel. "he's so visual!" she exclaimed after reading about a man opening a door.
"yeah. i would have focused on the action and his reasons for doing it and his thought process. like stephen king. all internal. i would have let you guess about the door. i would have given you some sound though."
and such...
and she hates the way i don't tell you that thing that you can see right in front of you is blue, yellow, red and square and six sided and is a complex algorithmic puzzle with peeling stickers.
i would have told you that the rubix cube had seen a lot of abuse from dave's frustrated attempts to solve it, and one day he had taken all the stickers off and moved them around.
so. will you like my piece?
i don't know.
if you want me to tell you what you are looking at, then, maybe no.
if you want to have a roller-coaster ride of imagination, then maybe yes.
either way, you get the picture that the other shoe hasn't dropped/won't drop/refuses to drop.
and that's the picture i am going for.
because i know nothing about how terrible i am as a novel writer.
nor how good.
so when you read my book you may just hate it.
i have read this blog post (which wasn't really anything, and the article it references to isn't any big thing either... what IS worth reading are the comments below:
http://editorialass.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-friend-just-let-me-read-her-terrible.html
what i have realized is that i have only really invited five people to read my book and only one of them has, who, being my best friend and wife is reluctant to tell me what she really thinks about it.
the other day i drug it out of her after she excitedly read me a passage from a garth nix novel. "he's so visual!" she exclaimed after reading about a man opening a door.
"yeah. i would have focused on the action and his reasons for doing it and his thought process. like stephen king. all internal. i would have let you guess about the door. i would have given you some sound though."
and such...
and she hates the way i don't tell you that thing that you can see right in front of you is blue, yellow, red and square and six sided and is a complex algorithmic puzzle with peeling stickers.
i would have told you that the rubix cube had seen a lot of abuse from dave's frustrated attempts to solve it, and one day he had taken all the stickers off and moved them around.
so. will you like my piece?
i don't know.
if you want me to tell you what you are looking at, then, maybe no.
if you want to have a roller-coaster ride of imagination, then maybe yes.
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