Tuesday, January 24, 2006

"So they opened their big mouths, and out came talk. Talk! Talk!"





This line is from one of my favorite movies, Sunset Boulevard, when Norma Desmond (played by the brilliant Gloria Swanson) decries how the talkies killed silent films and sent "faces" such as hers, into obscurity. Too much talk can also kill your writing.

How many of you have ever been at a party and told someone that you're a writer? How many times did at least one person reply, "Really? I always wanted to write a book but never had the time."

Someday I'll be brave enough to answer, "Gee, I always wanted to do brain surgery but never had the time." But let's face it, I'm a wuss.

The more we talk about how we want to write a book, or how we just can't seem to get into the characters, or whatever, the more reasons why one shouldn't call oneself a writer. A three- to four-inch thick pile of paper that constitutes your manuscript is the real deal, baby.

And so I don't look like a hypocritical snot, I'm signing off to revise chapter 12.

Adios!

Mary

3 comments:

Dana Diamond said...

I'm in the middle of ch 12 too. :)

My elbows are aching and I'm dying for a chocolate chip cookie, but I'm pushing through.

I feel a little Eminem coming on. What's the name of that song..."the moment, you own it"...damn...now I have to look it up...

...ah yes, "Lose Yourself"!

Thanks for the break and inspiration. Now get back to work! ;)

Bethany said...

Yep, the actual manuscript of your book tells all.

And yes, I *too* must get back to work. :-)

Caryn said...

Someday I'll be brave enough to answer, "Gee, I always wanted to do brain surgery but never had the time." But let's face it, I'm a wuss.

That would be classic. I've been tempted to try something similar but, like you, haven't as of yet.

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