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Writing
Writing
Is it possible to write 3,000 words in the morning? How fast would you need to type? What kind of product do you get for writing like that. Something good, or something cheap and forced and crappy. I suspect the latter, but before dismissing this method entirely, I shall try it! Who knows, maybe something worthwhile will surface.
I didn’t realize Edgar Allan Poe was a short story writer more than anything. I picked up the complete works yesterday at Border’s and it appears a lot of his stories are between five and ten pages. Although the collection says it includes his “poems” I haven’t been able to find any. I vaguely remember that Poe wrote as many essays and criticisms as he did actual fiction. Maybe this is a direction I could go in — short prose and essays. With my short attention span lately, it would make more sense. I don’t know if I have the stamina or the vision to draft and complete a novel or something equally grandiose. I can’t even imagine where to begin with something like that.
I would like to be the modern queen of short stories. There are TONS of ideas in my head, mostly people-to-people interactions. Mostly drawn from my own life history and experience (of course). I would like to incorporate my life story into a series of short stories. This would allow me to embellish to my little heart’s desire. Originally, my intention was to just write my life story as if it WERE a novel. But that would be so boring, I don’t think even I would want to read it. But later it occurred to me I could use my life’s story as fodder for many other stories. Because — really — my life up until a few years ago has been pretty interesting. It has been quite stagnant since January 2004. Except for the skydiving in July 2004. But that’s it. Stagnant.
I’m going to try to force myself to write more than 424 words every day. If I wanted to write 3,000 words per day, then at 45wpm I would be typing non-stop for a period of 66 minutes. This isn’t so bad, but would put some serious cramps in my wrist, and may just end up wringing my brain dray. What do you say for 66 straight minutes per day, everyday? I have never been a really big talker (unlike some people I know whose name I won’t mention, but starts with Y and ends in vonne).