A High like a New Love

[Guest]

I wrote a story today that came in a flash to me this morning. I couldn't type fast enough, and I type like a fiend.

I've gone through it three times now, improving it in increments, and loving it again each time.

It is only 1600 words, but right now it is the best thing I ever wrote. Everyone will love it. It'll be the first Lit entry to win a Pulitzer.

I won't be able to get back to it until later in the week. By then, I'll see its many flaws--its flawed basic premise--its warts.

I'll consider killing it, but instead will put lipstick on the pig and publish it.

But I sure like this feeling now.

 

[glynndah]

I wrote a story today that came in a flash to me this morning. I couldn't type fast enough, and I type like a fiend.

I've gone through it three times now, improving it in increments, and loving it again each time.

It is only 1600 words, but right now it is the best thing I ever wrote. Everyone will love it. It'll be the first Lit entry to win a Pulitzer.

I won't be able to get back to it until later in the week. By then, I'll see its many flaws--its flawed basic premise--its warts.

I'll consider killing it, but instead will put lipstick on the pig and publish it.

But I sure like this feeling now.

Lipstick does make a pig feel pretty.

 

[Guest]

Lipstick does make a pig feel pretty.

Don't you just love that saying?

 

[glynndah]

Don't you just love that saying?

Yes. And I love that feeling when a story just flows through your fingers. It is like that first rush of love, of lust. I want to read it.

 

[slyc_willie]

I know exactly how you feel. Those explosive bursts (or maybe 'orgasmic bursts?') of writing fury can be damn charging. It's like it isn't even you typing, but someone taking over your body.

I once wrote a story for Lit that turned out to be four Lit pages, in about five hours' time. I had cramps in my hands and my elbows hurt by the time I was done. But damn, was it worth it. It's still one of my favorites.

 

[christabelll]

I know exactly how you feel. Those explosive bursts (or maybe 'orgasmic bursts?') of writing fury can be damn charging. It's like it isn't even you typing, but someone taking over your body.

I once wrote a story for Lit that turned out to be four Lit pages, in about five hours' time. I had cramps in my hands and my elbows hurt by the time I was done. But damn, was it worth it. It's still one of my favorites.

Gosh me too....
seems that the only way I can write...
then its go back and pique and tweek it to death...
Now if I could just bottle that feeling of stepping outside myself and letting it flow of its own accord.... I would make a fortune...

 

[Guest]

Well, this story was submitted today. Should be up then, in about a week.

Resort: Afternoon Sex

 

[Guest]

The Pig with lipstick is up.

Resort-Afternoon Sex, the latest in my Tropical Resort getaway series.

Ironically, five votes with four views.

(It's just a Lit idiosyncrocy--votes update faster then Views.)