post-writing accidie
Feb. 8th, 2003 01:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensI would have said post-writing triste, but I'm not sure that's entirely correct. Close, possibly. Close.
My copies of Creatures of the Wyld (an Exalted bestiary) got here yesterday, and I was able to admire the artwork on my own little monsters over lunch today. Not too bad, she gloats. Pity that the Dust Tears didn't get in, but I think that too many of the contributing writers had similar ideas when it came to "pod people" monsters, what with the Heart Wasps and the Chakra Orchids and the other interesting creatures that take over human bodies or souls and create their own icky little colonies. Oh well. Might say something interesting about what particularly horrifies writers, or this group of writers, or what they enjoy writing as horror, but I'm not sure. (There was also a surfeit of interesting little monkeys, but I don't know what to blame that on.)
(And this is how it goes; you're trying to write a section of whatever you're trying to write, and absolutely nothing comes, so you prepare to give up, because you have got some spare time factored in, and just decide to finish the sentence. Two paragraphs of verbiage later, you decide you're actually getting somewhere. Then it dries up for the rest of the night.)
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Haiku
scent of plum blossoms
on the misty mountain path
a big rising sun
-- Matsuo Basho
My copies of Creatures of the Wyld (an Exalted bestiary) got here yesterday, and I was able to admire the artwork on my own little monsters over lunch today. Not too bad, she gloats. Pity that the Dust Tears didn't get in, but I think that too many of the contributing writers had similar ideas when it came to "pod people" monsters, what with the Heart Wasps and the Chakra Orchids and the other interesting creatures that take over human bodies or souls and create their own icky little colonies. Oh well. Might say something interesting about what particularly horrifies writers, or this group of writers, or what they enjoy writing as horror, but I'm not sure. (There was also a surfeit of interesting little monkeys, but I don't know what to blame that on.)
(And this is how it goes; you're trying to write a section of whatever you're trying to write, and absolutely nothing comes, so you prepare to give up, because you have got some spare time factored in, and just decide to finish the sentence. Two paragraphs of verbiage later, you decide you're actually getting somewhere. Then it dries up for the rest of the night.)
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Haiku
scent of plum blossoms
on the misty mountain path
a big rising sun
-- Matsuo Basho
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Date: 2003-02-09 06:38 pm (UTC)