And tonight I dusted off an old concept, that's not even the slightest bit developed, and started writing. It's prose. I don't know if it's going to be a short story, series of shorts, a novel, or just an exercise. But I've found the best thing to do when you don't feel like a writer is to write.
So I'm writing. I'll keep writing each night, before and potentially after I read. It'll make a man out of me yet.
And I read the first three chapters of Haunted, the Chuck Palahniuk book I never really gave a chance. Turns out with the release of Pygmy I'm now several behind so I need to catch up. In terms of actual prose style, I'm pretty sure he's my favorite. I really dig his authorial voice, if not his stories. And to be fair, I did dig the stories up until I finished Diary and had an epiphany. He had written the same exact story every time, changing character names and slight variables, and I hadn't noticed. Took the bloom off the rose, so to speak.
On second thought, I can't remember a damn thing about Lullaby. Maybe I didn't read it... Or maybe it was just the different one that I did get to.
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I dug Lullaby. Haven't read enough of his work to tell if he's writing the same story over and over.
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