Sunday, October 4, 2009

Belinda lived in a little white house, with a little black kitten and a little gray mouse

Sunday, October 4, 2009
Inspiration is odd.

Jesus, this is why I never write. The above sentence had about five incarnations. I started off with something like:

"It's odd the things that inspire you."

Well, it's not about "you" is it? It's about me. It's always about me.

"It's odd the things that inspire me."


Ugh. Fucking car crash of a sentence. "It's"? Really? Fucking ugh.

"That which inspires me is odd."

Still has a "me". And a hideously pretentious opening.

"I am inspired by the odd".


Getting there stylistically, but a total corruption of any meaning that might have originally been intended. I am, in fact, inspired by the crashingly banal.

"Inspiration is odd".

Well, halefuckingjeula, you got it down to three words. This hackneyed, overly addressed, shitty little aphorism, is, if nothing else, short. And it only took you three minutes. Word a minute. For that.

And this is why I never write.

15 Johns and Janes for the comment whore:

Conan Drumm said...

Exspiration is odder.

Medbh said...

Exposition can exasperate.

When I was writing the dissertation, I pinched myself each time I wrote "is" and deleted it.

Rosie said...

i won't take that personally.

it's not inspiration you lack, it's incentive.

savannah said...

but it is so you, sugar. xoxo

Kel D said...

Meanwhile people who write sentences like "Normally, Seven would not have accompanied the Captain into her private chambers, but it was an intimacy the two of them now took for granted having been thrown together by circumstance and having shared many more intimacies as a result. "
write thousands of words every day. Life is not fair for readers.

fatmammycat said...

'The famous man looked at the red cup.'
Dan Brown gets paid a LOT of money for that kind of prose.
You're welcome.

Anonymous said...

It's always worth checking in here!

Kim Ayres said...

commenting is peculiar

Conan Drumm said...

There were three occupants of the miniature version of the American President's residence. Firstly there was Belinda, secondly a small monochrome feline and, thirdly, a petite rodent whose position on the spectrum was a shade precisely half-way between that of their collective domicile and that of the afformentioned mammal with retractable claws.

Conan Drumm said...

Brevity, soul of wit.

gimme a minute said...

Medbh:
I'm going to find it hard to work without the word 'is'.

Rosie:
So pay me to write.

Savannah:
Yes.

Kel D:
Back away from the sci-fi porn.

Fatmammycat:
I wish I was Dan brown. There's never a crossroads at midnight around when you need it.

Anonymous:
Room 1408. Thirteenth Floor. Enjoy your stay.

Kim Ayres:
Will you look who it is? I get all the big stars around here.

I need a wink emoticon.

Conan:
Ogden'll have you for that.

Kel D said...

I have a really innocent story about that. But I don't suppose you'd believe.

gimme a minute said...

Kel D:
I might.

No, you're right, I wouldn't.

Fat Sparrow said...

Have you been reading Le Guin?

Medbh said...

I mentioned it because on one page of my first draft a prof circled the five "is" I had on one page and wrote above "You need to get better verbs."
My face was red indeed.

 
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