I had a post all ready to go in my head at 7am and now it’s gone. I hate it when that happens. I should have immediately gotten out of bed and written the damned thing down.
Who am I kidding? There’s no way I would have gotten out of bed at that hour on a Saturday morning just to write something down. Pfffttt….
I think the post had something to do with the Stephen King book I’m rereading…or the stories I’m trying to write…or …hmm…I can’t remember.
I’m thinking it was King’s advice on writing that has me almost on the edge of throwing myself from the tallest chair in my vicinity and ending it all right now. His expression of ‘there are bad writers everywhere’ has me hoping his finger is not pointing in my direction. Not that it should…or it would. I just think ‘Gawd, I don’t want to be that girl. The girl who writes so badly everyone holds their collective noses in disgust and turns in rapid repulsion.’ Geesh…that would be just, just..fucking sucky. Ugh.
I like that he suggests writers should read as much as possible. I like that he attempts to be encouraging without trying to be too condescending or arrogant. He actually comes off as your buddy who’s just trying to help you out a bit and he may have a few words of advice for we lowly lot…Not that he’s any good himself or anything. Pfftt…he’s only Stephen King for God’s sake!!
Since my infamous and showy New Year’s resolution to ‘write more’ takes the cake in articulate and profound proclamations, I guess the King advice may come in handy. Then again, my new chairs are just the right height….
4 thoughts on “The Taller The Chair, The Harder I Fall”
Or you could write the story of hurling yourself off the chair.
And whatever followed!
The Tall Chair Tale…marvy idea, Guap.
Write about the disappointment and loss of your idea disappearing. And then, have a glass of something good.
Anyone who writes *damned thing* instead of damn thing must be at least a fair writer. Damned with faint praise….or praised with faint damn….damn it, what was I talking about? Oh yeah! have a glass of something bad. That’ll be good.