Saturday, November 01, 2003 Eat your heart out, Donna Tarttt
I started my novel for NaNoWriMo today. 2,065 words so far, and the sad truth is, I think that my play novel is going to be much, much better than my "serious" novel. Fuck it. I hate my serious novel. It never stood a chance.
This new one is about a shape-shifting young lady from the Deep South who makes it big in Nashville as a Country Western star. I'm taking the gist of the plot from the myth of Echo and Narcissus. In word school, they taught us that this practice is not stealing.
My story is not just like the myth anyhow, since mine involves a shirtless young lout named Buck, who will probably spend most of the story naked to the waist, and spitting, and if that were in the myth, I might've paid more attention in my 8th grade folklore unit. (Note: that is purely rhetorical, and by that I mean it's a big lie. I totally paid attention in my 8th grade folklore unit.)
posted by Frenz | 11/01/2003 11:04:00 PM
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