writing and desperation
Published by Gabriel Chouinard on Thursday, May 01, 2008 at 1:34 PMI've been writing a lot lately.
I think I write most out of desperation. Given time, I'll put off and put off and put off indefinitely. Given a deadline, I'll rush through a 24-hour marathon if needed to get it done at the very last moment.
So I've got no books to read right now. I've pretty well gone through my entire library, see, and haven't gotten anything new. And having recently finished Joyce Carol Oates' We Were The Mulvaneys (hi JP!), I never found anything else that caught my attention.
Hence, I write.
Of course, given a choice I'd rather read. It is, as one could guess, a lot easier. Then again, since I don't watch TV, I have to fill my time somehow. Therefore, out of sheer desperation for story... I write.
I know I'm odd.
I wish I was ever in the situation where I ran out of things to read so that I was forced to write more, as I'm always trying to find more time for that. Unfortunately I am a book addict. I have replaced working at the bookstore with working at a library, so I never run out of things to read. When I die they'll have to wade through the stacks in my office to find me...
You should be online more often. I get bored-o-rama and you aren't there to talk to me :-(
Also, what is the benefit of a ring flash? I ask in seriousness, because I'm getting bridal shots taken after the wedding and want to have ideas.
Hmm, you may well have read them already, but you never know!
Here are a few of my favourites:
Blindness - Jose Saramego
Sombrero Fallout - Richard Brautigan
The Road - Cormac McCarthy
Trout Fishing in America - Richard Brautigan
A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
Breakfast of Champions - Kurt Vonnegut
The Crying of Lot 49 - Thomas Pynchon
The New York Trilogy - Paul Auster
...James Phoenix
GABE! Where are you? We haven't heard from you in ages and we're wondering if you're okay. Give either me or Chad a call, okay?
--Amanda