Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Walking and among the dirt brown gray
and my heart hurts for a moment
sudden sharp understanding
I write stories these days, most of them novel-length. Genre-choosing is tricky business, and I avoid doing it as much as possible – are the vampire novels horror or paranormal romance? erotica or gay & lesbian fiction? Can a story be GLBT fiction and still be mainstream? Can BDSM be anything other than erotica? Does character-driven fiction have to be called romance?
Words and words and more words.
And just so you don't get the wrong idea, I'm perfectly able to be in love with my own words, as much as I am in love with the words of others. It makes editing difficult, and hammers home the idea of "killing your darlings." Certainly we cannot be in love with every word of every first draft. How could we possibly keep everything and still mine the depths for the real story if that were the case?
All right, back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Happy Thursday, darlings!