Start with a Dialogue

“I think you should start with a dialogue at the beginning”

He said this every single time so I wasn’t at all surprised. My mentor was looking over my grand tome of a work and not offering any advice that he hadn’t already.

“So if I wrote about this conversation, it would count as a dialogue, right?”

“If you wrote this, it’d be extremely boring”

This is the beginning and the dialogue he was always recommending.

To not or not to

I thought I read:

"He said that the friendly, jovial bumping of shoulders while walking across town from train station to galleries and back again, would be the only physical contact between them for the day, then, she pointed to her cheek and he kissed it without thinking."

-Dave Eggers

I hadn't read that of course.

Novel.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9fc-crEFDw

sans heart lad

Did you hear about the boy that didn't have a heart?

He died.

oh yeah

oh yeah I said, and we were there, level two, or three I think, and he's all going on about something or something-or-something-or-something, I don't know what, but he was just talking absolute crap, I've never heard so much-

-like what?

-oh man, I don't know, it's like, it's like, uh yeah, nah, I don't know man, are we doing anything? Oh, yeah, that's right, so yeah he's telling some story about some girl he knows or something, and, he's such a god damned liar, he's like, she's like, oh, you single? You're ugly! and I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Get.

The Writer had tried to be distanced and cool; flippant and detached was ala mode, yet a heaving earnesty longed to break heroically free in long, drawn out, breathy sentences, that flourished and flounced with the most flowery of language. Cripple with fear. Cripple with gin. Cripple with harsh, alcoholic, medicinal swill and break your goddamned legs walking away so you'll never do it again. Don't look forward so far, your eyes will bleed, the sharp sting of what is not cuts like failure. Howls and bowls and twigs and bags stuffed with stones and leaves weigh him down, but only to the outsider of it all, inside there's freedom and it isn't prescribed and everyone else is terrified of it, so much so its frowned upon. So get new again! Take off all your clothes like you're just born! This second! This day! Rejoice that punk is a hollow shell and that the Empire has fallen centuries ago, time kills all, but we have now, oh god do we have now!

Laborious

Where have I been? I think I lost myself in the last few days. Weeks. It's a dense woodland and its easy to get lost within bureaucratic academia. I can see light up ahead, but I still have a bear trap around one leg which makes my trundling towards it laborious.