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Ball of Yarn - Salvador Dali in a lawn chair.
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Ball of Yarn
I realized that writing, for me, is like untangling a ball of yarn.

I start off with a jumble of useless strings of phrase and few, if any, complete sentences. I stare at it a lot, tracing my eyes trying to find the invisible threads that, when pulled, will release them from their tangle.

Slowly, with very little method, the repetition of these phrases in my head start to click together, and the ball unravels into rows of readable communication.

It's slow. It's plodding. But as sluggish as my brain is, this'll have to do. My vocabulary creaks with rusty joints. Revolting cliches leap into my head and I bat them back like hornets.

::shrug:: It's progress.

How would you describe your writing process?

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gsan From: gsan Date: February 28th, 2007 07:32 pm (UTC) (link)
Imagine, if you will, a huge pile of Post-it Notes...

I cannot just sit down and *write*, like a branding iron held next to my creativity saying, "IT PUTS THE WORDS ON THE PAGE OR ELSE IT GETS THE ROD AGAIN". What I've learned is that I get most of my ideas as random flashes while I'm doing other things. These get written down on little notes in my head; sometimes stuck to whatever else I'm thinking about, sometimes attempted to be filed for easy reference. Then, I go back and try to collate everything I've come up with earlier into something that's actually comprehensible.

This hasn't yet proven to be the winning strategy you might think it is ;)
yermie From: yermie Date: February 28th, 2007 07:38 pm (UTC) (link)

i rite guud

Writing process? I don't have one.

Of course, I don't write much either, which could explain that...
birdofparadox From: birdofparadox Date: February 28th, 2007 07:40 pm (UTC) (link)
It's a few beautiful phrases surrounded by signal and noise at first, and then I heartlessly strip it naked to its bones. That's when I dress it up until it's suitable for public appearances.

everraven From: everraven Date: February 28th, 2007 07:59 pm (UTC) (link)
*sigh* Unfortunately - not present lately.

I think my main trouble, and the reason I don't write fiction with ease, is that I see things in picture format. I see scenes, expressions and colors. Landscapes dotted with adventure. I hear voices, musics and sounds. And wrestling with that and forcing them onto paper tends to loose some of the origination of beauty to me.

It is difficult to describe what someone looks like to others - and always you find yourself unable to say what your mind sees/hears.

Writing arguments is a totally different animal. That is organization of discussion, a road of logic to encourage someone to travel with you.

gsan From: gsan Date: February 28th, 2007 10:43 pm (UTC) (link)
It could be worse. You could try and write like Tolkien, and take 50 pages to describe a landscape. ;)
zordac From: zordac Date: March 1st, 2007 07:10 pm (UTC) (link)


I write like I think/talk. I start off with an idea and write down the streams that pour out. I think faster than I type so I often lose my thread and have to re-read what I wrote down. While reading my mind starts another stream and I start writing it. It is usually horrible and reads more like an encyclopedia written by the unibomber than a work of art.
kacarson From: kacarson Date: March 2nd, 2007 04:31 am (UTC) (link)
A house at night, darkened by a storm-induced blackout. The darkness, the void; it is absolute, suffocating.

Then there are flashes of lightning that illuminate with perfect clarity. A single character. A single situation. A single obscure element. I dash through the darkness, trying to take a single step in light and three more in to the total black. I struggle to remember where that coffee table was before...

OUCH! My toe.
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