The Third Scream
There are three kinds of screams in a horror movie:
1) No one can hear you scream
2) Everyone can hear you scream
3) Someone might hear you scream—but, if so, would that person care? Would that person turn out to be a friend, an enemy, or just totally indifferent?
Writing a first blog post feels very much like that third kind of scream.
Despite what this entry has begun to suggest, I’m not such a fan of horror. Though, while spelunking in Hungary, my friend Kevin and I did come up with a great scenario for a scary spelunking movie. I think something like that came out a few years ago. Someone must have been hiding in one of those clay-covered Hungarian caves, eavesdropping!
In news unrelated to horror or spelunking, I finished the first draft of my second novel yesterday. You’d think that would feel great, wouldn’t you? There are moments during the writing process when I am completely happy, and feel soothed and excited, but when I reach The End there’s mostly just an overwhelming awareness of all the manuscript’s flaws and all the work I’m going to have to do to fix them.
Rock on sister!!
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(did you hear that?)