Not Being Done For
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I scared up my courage this morning and went at my novel-in-progress again, dared myself to read the sentences out loud, which is not the same as reading them through in one's head.
A small discovery, which I seem to make (somehow anew?) at this stage with every project: Sentences are units of speed. They race, they drip, they dawdle, they stall, and if you take your eye off the inherent momentum of any sentence that you write, you mess with the story you are telling. You throw the passage off, you throw the chapter off, you throw the book off. You're done for. You know it.
I don't want to be done for. I'm still working.
2 comments:
I love listening to the flow of sentences together. It's something I never appreciated or even thought about until I started writing. They are like music, blending together, bouncing off each other. It really is a beautiful thing.
You will never be done for!
Love this post and your determination. Good luck with your manuscript!
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