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Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me


Sunday, January 6, 2008

Opening up the mind of the writer

Joshua Palmatier is doing it again. He writes about having to work something out and the writer's mind.

Been there... although maybe this ties into my comments about Pirates of the Caribbean, At World's End. That some scene existed for the sole purpose of getting one character in position to have a different scene. Hmm, thinking on the fly here. I had a major problem with that, and thought a rewrite to exclude those scenes, or explain them better would have been a better solution.

Not that I think Josh's writing is bad. No, I'm thinking about my own writing here. Do I have scene that's sole purpose is to position characters to have some other dramatic scene? Or are some of my transitions just a weak as those scenes in the movie? Yet another thing to think about as I'm writing.

And why after I say I'm going to be more absent have I posted three times today? That one at least is easy. I'm procrastinating from writing.

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