“It’s a crass culture, Hobbes… shoddy and quick is all anyone knows.”
I’ve found that it’s easier to come up with something truly magnificent if one takes the time to write it on paper, with a pen/pencil. It gives (me, at least) more time to think about the words before they go on the page and contemplate the words before to make it tie in more smoothly.
But who has time for good art?
On another note…
Everything I write seems to be so negative in one way or another. I can try to write something happy, maybe even sappy, but where’s the reality in that? Who can relate to perfection? Will the characters have an ounce of feasibility?
(The slap-in-the-face question is, do any of my characters have an ounce of feasibility?)
All I can think of is, make it perfect, then utterly and brutally destroy it. Little bit of Koontz is all.
