Hagan
Dreamer
Does my writing mutate? Yes. Mutate and grow. Oh yes, and I wish it wouldn't.
Long works are not a problem, they are meant to change and grow organically as you get to a subject, section, or situation and really give it some thought. Smaller works in my mind, should not. But they do. All the time. And I'm sick of it.
Its been about six years since I've been able to write something less than 1500 words that stayed less than 1500 words. Almost everything I put down to paper or word processor wants to be a full on novella or book, and the more I try to keep it short, the more I see two digital fingers in a V formation staring back out at me as the word count climbs and climbs, the manic laughter in the background of my mind echoing around my skull to frustrate and annoy as, deep down, I know whatever I'm writing it going to spiral out of control. The more I fight it, the worse it gets.
Even this post in proving my point for me, being far longer than it should be yet each and ever line adds more subtext to how frustrating I time I have trying to keep something short. Its probably why I like Twitter. Short, sharp and to the point.
A story that mutates I feel is one that has a life of its own and deserves the time to help it change and grow, prompting more research to get the details right or to flesh out with sharper dialogue. So long as you are happy with the end result.
Long works are not a problem, they are meant to change and grow organically as you get to a subject, section, or situation and really give it some thought. Smaller works in my mind, should not. But they do. All the time. And I'm sick of it.
Its been about six years since I've been able to write something less than 1500 words that stayed less than 1500 words. Almost everything I put down to paper or word processor wants to be a full on novella or book, and the more I try to keep it short, the more I see two digital fingers in a V formation staring back out at me as the word count climbs and climbs, the manic laughter in the background of my mind echoing around my skull to frustrate and annoy as, deep down, I know whatever I'm writing it going to spiral out of control. The more I fight it, the worse it gets.
Even this post in proving my point for me, being far longer than it should be yet each and ever line adds more subtext to how frustrating I time I have trying to keep something short. Its probably why I like Twitter. Short, sharp and to the point.
A story that mutates I feel is one that has a life of its own and deserves the time to help it change and grow, prompting more research to get the details right or to flesh out with sharper dialogue. So long as you are happy with the end result.