Sobriquet 51.7: On The Road Again
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Since it didn't seem like the anxiety I've been dealing with the past couple of days was heading anywhere I decided to start writing the chapter. Not outline, not tweak the outline, start writing. And so I did. Admittedly, it took me more than an hour to write the first sentence in a way that I found satisfactory (the image of the obscure clerk in Camus's
The Plague struggling to write the perfect opening sentence did come to mind. Several times, in fact) but I started writing and, eventually, a few pages dripped out. As usual, I hate pretty much every word I've written and I have been analyzing my tone ever since I stopped writing but, fuck it all, the damn thing is underway.
Aside from writing more than I thought I would be able to squeeze out of myself, I actually read some more of Elizabeth Costello, too. Overall, not a bad day.
For tomorrow: Read or write or prep for writing.
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Sobriquet 51.3: On the Brink
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Now that I have finished reviewing the reams of notes on and quotations from the primary, secondary and, unbelievably,
tertiary material I will be drawing upon for my
Disgrace chapter, my next few days will probably consist of thinking about things in a manner similar to that depicted here:
For tomorrow: Either begin outlining the chapter or, since the day is going to be fairly busy, begin re-reading
Elizabeth Costello in preparation for the
next chapter.
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I drew this meat grinder to help illustrate the way I currently feel about the
Disgrace chapter I am about to write. Imagine you've got, like, a herd of cattle. Now imagine cramming that herd into the little funnel at the top of the meat grinder and trying to turn the crank.
Now, imagine that herd of cattle is really a herd of literary critics and my brain is the grinder and the crank is . . . well, you get the picture.
For tomorrow: Finish putting the meat in the grinder; prepare to turn the crank.
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Since it didn't seem like the anxiety I've been dealing with the past couple of days was heading anywhere I decided to start writing the chapter. Not outline, not tweak the outline, start writing. And so I did. Admittedly, it took me more than an hour to write the first sentence in a way that I found satisfactory (the image of the obscure clerk in Camus's The Plague struggling to write the perfect opening sentence did come to mind. Several times, in fact) but I started writing and, eventually, a few pages dripped out. As usual, I hate pretty much every word I've written and I have been analyzing my tone ever since I stopped writing but, fuck it all, the damn thing is underway.
