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Apr. 5th, 2004 03:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanaiseJustine Larbalestier has some interesting comments on writing. It's not that it's original to her, of course, but I love looking at the different ways different people say the same things. Part to possibly all of it is that I often have no idea what the chat room is tlaking about. Honestly, for as much as I understand them I might as well not be a writer. And it's nice that they all speak the same language. but it's not my language, and I *love* finding people who seem to think more like I do. I get so frustrated in the chat when everyone knows what they're doing, and what they're talking about, and they're on crack, they're talking about things that are either so obvious it's not even worth talking about, or they're as wrong as any one could possibly be. And it might be fallacious, but I look at Justine's comments, or Barth's writing comments a few months ago (I would link, but I don't remember when it was--it's in my archives.), and I think, "oh! that's what I want to be able to say." And it's never exactly my words, but it's so much closer than I see elsewhere, and it's just reassuring to see that it's *not* just me. I think--I hope--that it's like everything else in writing and it's not the same for everyone. And seeing other people talk like me, that helps me remember that fact.
Oh, and be sure to read the next journal entry, where she discusses author photos. My roommate made me do that. I should get copies of the really evil photos--me curtseying in the crushed velvet under the light of stained glass, me and a friend 'dancing' around a very phallic tombstone with a fake smile trying to look real, me lying on my back in a flower bed, with my hair draped over a little juniper bush. They turned out very well. They don't look much like me (in the good sense), and they were hell to take, so I pity Justine. :)
Other good news: the Chinese I had tonight had at least much less MSG than last times, so whee! (Last time, it was so bad that even my mother and brother couldn't eat it. And from Andromeda, after a long speech that started with, "I'm the avatar of a sun," the new best line ever. "You had me at avatar." And the definition of new best line, of course, is that it will work in any situation, as I plan to prove in the future.
Oh, and be sure to read the next journal entry, where she discusses author photos. My roommate made me do that. I should get copies of the really evil photos--me curtseying in the crushed velvet under the light of stained glass, me and a friend 'dancing' around a very phallic tombstone with a fake smile trying to look real, me lying on my back in a flower bed, with my hair draped over a little juniper bush. They turned out very well. They don't look much like me (in the good sense), and they were hell to take, so I pity Justine. :)
Other good news: the Chinese I had tonight had at least much less MSG than last times, so whee! (Last time, it was so bad that even my mother and brother couldn't eat it. And from Andromeda, after a long speech that started with, "I'm the avatar of a sun," the new best line ever. "You had me at avatar." And the definition of new best line, of course, is that it will work in any situation, as I plan to prove in the future.
