Writing time; Lady of Shalott
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pegkerrI used to devote a block of time every night, 8:30 to 10:00 p.m., Monday through Thursday to writing, when I was working on my last two books. But then I was badly blocked after finishing Swans, and gradually, in the years since then, that writing time was given up to other things as stuff was added to our schedule and time got squeezed out. Monday night is family night and also the night Rob and I do our weekly money meeting. The girls are staying up later now. I’m getting up earlier now to exercise, so I’ve been going to bed earlier, too. And I’ve gotten on the Internet since writing my last two books, too, and the delights of LiveJournal, etc., have also eaten into my time.
But I’ve added the sliver of writing time in the morning, and now I’ve decided to re-devote at least Thursday nights to writing (after the girls are in bed). No LiveJournal, or at least not until after 10:00. This is a step in the right direction, and I hope to gradually add more. I’m starting to feel like a real writer again. It may sound funny to hear that someone who had written two books and seen them published might doubt that she’s a real writer, but that’s what the block did to me. It is such a relief to feel that things are moving in the right direction again, and that I’m regularly sitting down to write and sometimes, sometimes words even come out of that mysterious place where my imagination resides. Some of them are even pretty good.
I was listening today to Loreena McKennitt’s rendition of "The Lady of Shalott" on her album "Live in Paris and Toronto," and it occurred to me today for the first time that here is another story about heart of flesh/heart of stone. When the Lady looked at Lancelot—allowed herself to love, in other words—the "mirror crack’d from side to side." I think of A.S. Byatt’s essay on ice=glass=stone. Becoming human means daring to love. Unfortunately, her daring only brings her death. (How depressing!)
Isn’t that what I’m writing about in this book? Becoming human/choosing the heart of flesh/loving means accepting impermanence/death (like the fact that the ice palace will melt). Lois McMaster Bujold said (was it in Barrayar?) that bringing a child into the world means bringing in a new life--and a new death. Rolf hopes to cheat death by living forever. Solveig (and later Jack) opposing him, know better. They live and love, but that means accepting that they will die.
Hmm. (Goes off to think some more.)
Peg
But I’ve added the sliver of writing time in the morning, and now I’ve decided to re-devote at least Thursday nights to writing (after the girls are in bed). No LiveJournal, or at least not until after 10:00. This is a step in the right direction, and I hope to gradually add more. I’m starting to feel like a real writer again. It may sound funny to hear that someone who had written two books and seen them published might doubt that she’s a real writer, but that’s what the block did to me. It is such a relief to feel that things are moving in the right direction again, and that I’m regularly sitting down to write and sometimes, sometimes words even come out of that mysterious place where my imagination resides. Some of them are even pretty good.
I was listening today to Loreena McKennitt’s rendition of "The Lady of Shalott" on her album "Live in Paris and Toronto," and it occurred to me today for the first time that here is another story about heart of flesh/heart of stone. When the Lady looked at Lancelot—allowed herself to love, in other words—the "mirror crack’d from side to side." I think of A.S. Byatt’s essay on ice=glass=stone. Becoming human means daring to love. Unfortunately, her daring only brings her death. (How depressing!)
Isn’t that what I’m writing about in this book? Becoming human/choosing the heart of flesh/loving means accepting impermanence/death (like the fact that the ice palace will melt). Lois McMaster Bujold said (was it in Barrayar?) that bringing a child into the world means bringing in a new life--and a new death. Rolf hopes to cheat death by living forever. Solveig (and later Jack) opposing him, know better. They live and love, but that means accepting that they will die.
Hmm. (Goes off to think some more.)
Peg
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Date: 2003-04-17 12:02 pm (UTC)"Live in Paris & Toronto" is probably my overall favorite album, but then, it's an unusual item: completely and totally live. As the standard-recording albums go, I'm fondest of The "Mask & Mirror" and "The Visit". I have some favorite songs on "Elemental" and "Parallel Dreams", though--"Ancient Pines", "Dickens' Dublin", "Annachie Gordon", et. al. She's simply too amazing. "Dante's Prayer" and "Lady of Shalott" would have to be my all-time favorite songs, though. With a possible second-place--"The Dark Night of the Soul".
I've never read any of your books, I'm afraid to report *wry grin* I noticed about a month ago that you had friended me, and I thought, Who's this? So I went and took a look at your journal, and after reading through a few pages of entries and looking at your info, I thought, A professional writer? Well, this could be fascinating! I've just been watching quietly; I'm an aspiring writer myself, but I'm not yet out of college, and this is largely because I've switched majors. I'll have to look into you, though. LiveJournal's such a strange phenomenon; it's everything from an extension of fandom to a mass communication system. Never ceases to amaze me:)
(Sorry, the first time I posted this, the ending was cut off!)