we took the gaffer to kid zone this morning, and i took some time to swing on the monkey rings, (and i'm pleased to say that i swung very well, without too much difficulty ), and i got to read 'chocolat' a new book for me which is deliciously written. enough to inspire me to get up, track down rockstar husband and tell him we were going to paint our front door and garage door a bright fire engine red. he agreed. (yay!)
then we went to chapters to let the gaffer play with the trains that he doesn't have at home. as i frequented the washroom (excuses to check out new books) i was sucked in by the teen fiction again. and the dream came back. i want to write a teen fiction book. i've always wanted to write a fiction book, well partly fiction, actually a non-fiction but everyone would think it was fiction.
you know, the problem with dreams, is that sometimes, there are just too many. well, i know i have too many. i mean, my oldest dream, the one i've had since i was 9, was to win the nobel prize for literature. by the time i'm 50. problems with that are 1) i'm 33 and i don't have many years to go. and 2) i've read some of the books that have won and to me, they are unbelievably dull and boring and i'd probably never get it done because i'd fall asleep while writing my book. so i don't know what to do now.
i've also noticed that my writing style has pretty much completely changed. i used to look for gigantic words in the thesaurus to try out and use the most delicious phrases to write out poetry. now...now everything is simple. blunt. like me. which is interesting, because so long ago, i was very descriptive, flowing, complicated...and now...just blunt. i feel like i'm falling into the generation x writers group such as douglas coupland. but i actually missed the x generation by three years, and i was too old for generation y, so maybe i'm a floating missed chromosome? for example: rockstar hubby and i heard chris daughtery's song on the radio and instead of saying that he had a deep, raw, emotional voice that dripped a bit of sensuality and a bunch of other crap, i said he sounded like chris cornell singing country. (chris cornel used to lead soundgarden, then went on his own, then joined rage against the machine group when zack left to go on his own, but they have a new name for their band and i can't remember it anymore. incidentally, you've GOT to hear him sing 'ave maria'.rips your heart out at the rawness of it.)
and my poetry gets to the point now. just point blank, here it is. and i guess that's ok, because today's generation wants just the facts thanks (have you seen desperate housewives? too fast, too complicated, too boring) but...if it's too blunt...how quick, how forgettable would it be? i mean, look at the difference between shopaholic and anne of green gables. granted, anne is a classic. but the words! and then anything that jane austen wrote. a little tough to read the first time when you're used to light lit, but the words! oh the words! you can drink and rest on them for days! and you become that character! when i read anne, i find myself talking like her for heaven's sakes. (not that that's a bad thing, although rock-star hubby starts to look at me funny). so..how to write memorable writing..guess i'll find out. huh.
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