I, Lucifer
Mar. 20th, 2009 11:51 pm"I can't tell you how good I was feeling. Looking at things like daffodils and clouds is wonderful. Looking at things like daffodils and clouds having just spent £372 on dinner and dropped two tabs of ecstasy in preparation for a five-hour shift with XXX-Quisite's friendliest platinum blonde double-act, that's really wonderful.
I know what the majority of you think about all this. All this sex and money and drugs. You think: people who live like that never end up happy. You need to think that in just the way men with small penises need to think that size doesn't matter. It's understandable. The rich, the famous, the big-dicked the slim-and-gorgeous - they incite an envy so urgent that you can escape it only by translating it into pity.
People who live like that never end up happy. Yes, you're right. But neither do you. And in the meantime, they've had all the sex and drugs and money."
I know what the majority of you think about all this. All this sex and money and drugs. You think: people who live like that never end up happy. You need to think that in just the way men with small penises need to think that size doesn't matter. It's understandable. The rich, the famous, the big-dicked the slim-and-gorgeous - they incite an envy so urgent that you can escape it only by translating it into pity.
People who live like that never end up happy. Yes, you're right. But neither do you. And in the meantime, they've had all the sex and drugs and money."
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Date: 2009-03-23 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-23 08:55 am (UTC)The idea has occured to me, writing a novel (not more than that but just one), I'm actually about halfway through fleshing out the premise, of course, I'm not really sure how I could go about being published and still maintain the privacy I prefer.
These days it seems to be all about book tours and guest appearances on television shows, neither of which seems very appealing to me.
I suppose my gift is not one of being without boasting, or even one of being particularly introspective but rather balancing both of those with an unhealthy dose of humility.
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Date: 2009-03-23 09:53 am (UTC)That is clear... but maybe I give writers too much credit in thinking that they consciously use things like voice and style much in the same way a director would use cuts and lighting to manipulate the feel of the story. It seems as though you'd have to dome sort of critical analysis of it first to use it perfectly at will...
I go back to those 'doncabfab writing contests' back in the early days of LJ... Not to say you've got anything like that style, rather it was an interesting exercise in emulating the style. There was a time back then, when I thought I'd have a chance at writing I'd really try to develop such things. Then I had the idiotic idea of having H read something I wrote, saw what she could do to it, and simply gave up. It felt, I'm sure what it'd feel like to her if she ever took it in her head to give that whole 'statistics thing' a whack. You, on the other hand, have actual talent.