Comments on: Too Many Journals

By: bigdumbjim

bigdumbjim — Tue, 29 May 2007 21:01:00 +0000

I don’t know about witty and incisive, but my inner-dialogue is definitely just as circular and self-effacing.

And like in the movie, at the end of it you’re kind of glad they’re all dead.

By: David Rochester

David Rochester — Mon, 28 May 2007 23:10:00 +0000

And do you have an inner dialogue that is as witty and incisive as the film script?

Jim (to self): Where's the fucking map? Didn't you bring the fucking map?

Jim (to self): Fuck it! It was your fucking job to bring the fucking map!

Jim (to self): If you'd brought the fucking map, we wouldn't be out here now, HUNTED.

Jim (to self): I told you to fucking bring the map!

. . . and so on.

By: bigdumbjim

bigdumbjim — Fri, 25 May 2007 17:30:00 +0000

Progress is tough for me to define. I am certainly writing new pages and tinkering, but as I have discovered already with this novel, writing new pages and tinkering has often left me either right where I started or further from my goal.

For me, novel writing doesn’t have milestones like a marathon, it’s more like a Blair Witch Project-esque walk in the woods, where you go in circles and get horribly lost and just hope you end up at a clearing or a road instead of dead.

By: David Rochester

David Rochester — Fri, 25 May 2007 04:34:00 +0000

Sounds like you’re making progress (?)