CornerScribe

Slipping…Ranting…Writing…Profit!

I have precious little blog time. As you can see, I’m still very behind in my NaNo word count. Anyone want to take bets on how much I can write over Thanksgiving? I’m betting that gluttony and productivity are not good bedfellows, how about you?

Sorry, but this post is in no particular order.

I was just skimming an old post, and I was thinking about how my spelling and (gasp!) even my grammar has taken a turn for the worst. I’m not sure what it is, but I seem to make more mistakes lately. Maybe I’m getting old?

Maybe I’ll blame the NaNo pace; no time to edit, even for blog posts!

Or maybe it’s this damn sticking “k” on my laptop. This thing is driving me nuts, and it’s affecting my typing speed more than I would have thought. Why couldn’t it have been the semicolon?

Interested in raising your blood pressure? Try this link. Just a hint, he starts off on the wrong foot by referring to rural West Virginia as “backward.” I LIVE in rural West Virginia, thank you very much. However, don’t be discouraged if you live somewhere other than West Virginia. As long as you’re in a rural area, there’s something here to offend you too.

As an interesting aside, I know the blogger in real life, and like the title of this post, he isn’t as bad as you might think, either.

Faulkner and Vampires? This is, well, just cool. I enjoy Faulkner’s novels (though isn’t Sound and the Fury a difficult read?), and the thought of his doing a vampire screenplay is intriguing. This also got me to thinking about my years as a grad student. When I was working on my English degree, one of the things that bothered me was the prejudice against writing for money and against genre writing. God help you if you combined the two.

Fast forward a few years, and I learn that Faulkner, THE FAULKNER, wrote for Hollywood? How did this never come up? Yes, I was likely lax in my studies, or maybe I was dozing the day this was covered, who knows. Somehow, though, I doubt it.

Why, though, is there such an aversion to writing for money? Why is the romance writer, or horror writer, or whatever-writer somehow less of an artist, less of a writer, than someone who does it for the “art” alone? My goal as a writer is simple - tell a good story so people will want to read it. I have no problem getting paid for it either. Other professionals get paid for their work; it’s disingenuous to assume that a person in a “creative” profession shouldn’t be.

Ah, well. I’ve stayed on my soap box long enough this evening. Back to the novel.