Posts Tagged ‘writing’


October 8, 2008

Have you ever wanted to drive your car into the concrete barrier beside the highway?

Just as you pull into a grand right curve at seventy miles per hour, it occurrs to you that if you just straightened your wheel – or better yet, let go – that you would careen headlong into that concrete wall. It would be an easy thing, a simple thing. One moment, one tiny impulse to the muscles of your arm.

You don’t do it – but you imagine. Now it’s in your head. You’ve completed that stretch of highway, but you are still visualizing what would have occurred if you had let go. Perhaps it would be even more satisfying to ram that wall, to jerk the wheel to the left, surprising even yourself with the suddenness of the movement – but only for an instant, before your appointment with the immutable.



The Good Prose, The Bad Prose, and the Cloverfield Monster

September 10, 2008

A bit of writing I just did for the forum on Web Fiction Guide. People were discussing whether ’tis nobler to write a good story with bad prose or a bad story with good prose.  I weigh in as follows.

But first: I’m glad they found our site, but why did someone search for “theremin penis”?  Why?

On to the mini-essay:

Writing isn’t really good or bad, unless you don’t hit what you were shooting for. There are tons of different styles: descriptive prose, straightforward prose, prose poetry, flowery prose, purple prose, lots of other prose styles I can’t think of at the moment… Your job as a writer is to find the style of prose best suited for the kind of story you want to write. Is it a story about characters? Is it about in part what the kind of prose used says about the narrator? Is it an action story? Is it a romance? Is it set in the past, present, or future? All of these have different prose styles that are generally regarded as being well-suited for them.

But there’s actually more to it than even that anti-“good writing” screed. Take the movie Cloverfield. (more…)

Thoughts and a short short.

June 22, 2008

The whole Tom Bleakly experience has been a mixed one so far. I mean, I’ve only written nine pages- and I was scared at first that was not enough to call a “Chapter.” But I’ve been trying to improve myself lately and pour all types of good and classic fiction into my head, and it turns out that Ernest Hemingway has a chapter (a first chapter, actually) that’s just four and a half pages. That’s a little bit comforting to me. I’ve been thinking a lot about writing lately- thinking in a vacuum, unfortunately, since I’ve had precious little feedback- and I think I’d like to try to get about four polished pages written every day. I’ll need to work up to that, since my comfort zone right now is more along the lines of two pages- but four on a daily basis and more as circumstances require seems like a reasonable thing to exact of oneself.

Enough random crap, it’s time for story.

Bleakly Six: Return of the Bleakly

June 19, 2008

Walking this city’s littered streets under its brown-gray sky is, like I said, my favorite part of a case. Now, I’m not saying it wasn’t miserable or dangerous. It’s just that this was the part where the bad guys were the thugs holding the guns. This was the simple part. Everything’s nice and clear-cut at that point. No moral ambiguity, so I didn’t have to feel bad about the things I was gonna do to those people… especially because I was gonna do it in self-defense.

Starting to get cheerful there, Bleakly. Gotta concentrate on that slug in your shoulder. Gotta concentrate on the way the cold cuts through that trenchcoat…

And there we go.