Put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write,
remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room.
Life isn’t a support-system for art. It’s the other way around.
—Stephen King, On Writing
Seven months ago I started writing a novel. Because I am compulsively a student at heart, it became a learning experience.
This blog is sort of like my class notebook. It contains all the assignments I’ve tackled and occasionally completed; extra credit reports on random topics; directions on how to write plots and characters and setting; checklists of rules to follow and pitfalls to avoid; quotable stuff from Master Class teachers like Mr. King up there (will there be a test?); crib sheets I copied off your papers (!) ; LOTS of doodles in the margins.
Looking at my About page, I see I’m one month overdue on turning in the novel’s first draft. Six months was Professor Dufresne’s schedule, but I’m guessing he doesn’t have four little Zirros underfoot 24/7.
I also haven’t put any real stories up. I had envisioned a whole page of stories, mostly bits of flash, but they’re all still somewhere at the bottom of my backpack on random scraps of paper or in notebooks from other classes. If you’re willing to dig, you can find little prose nuggets or poetry morsels strewn about in the posts.
So I’m no straight A student— Professor King said it best: art supports life, not the other way around. But I’m learning a lot. So glad I signed up for this blogging class!
Life may not be a support-system for art, but WordPress is.