Today I wrote a character going to a party, getting some PCP and jumping into the great big swimming pool of radical depersonalization. It was extremely fun to write, but I enjoy taking my characters to places they don't intend to go. Though, to be fair, this character signed up for more or less what she got.
In other news, I've got an art project to finish now. I think if I'm to balance the two impulses, art must come after writing. Doing the pixel-pushing thing is no sweat after I've been writing for a while, but trying to write after using the visual part of my brain for a bit simply doesn't work. I not only forget how to type, but putting words into sentences gets to be an insurmountable difficulty.
But you know what? At the moment, I am loving my novel so much.
I hope I'm not liking my book so much it's making ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
gregvaneekhout angry at his.
I've been hanging out in this park watching the other kids play for long enough that I know there will come a day when I'm certain that the novel I'm working on is made entirely from raw sewage, so I'm just going to bask in the love I feel right now. Also, I am doing art things.
- Music:Talking Heads - Drugs
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I thought that was so interesting, and so logical, about not being able to write after pixel-ing. Making the switch is a huge undertaking of white matter. All those impulses spitzing and crackling. It's a wonder you can even see straight! /g/
If you have an excess of love for you novel, you MIGHT want to consider sending som gregvaneekout's way--though he was a grumbly-puss TWICE yesterday, so maybe he was just cranky. (Ha! I simply cannot imagine him cranky.)