so, editing is such a tiring process. writing is easy - the words scramble to escape, to find life outside of a mind. but, as with all births, they arrive messy. revisions and edits take three times the amount of time it takes to put them on paper the first time around, but they are necessary.
just recently, i deleted large chunks of a particular story. words i liked, ones that had stubbornly stayed put through previous revisions. but now they are gone, left in existence only in my head and in a file that doesn't often see the light of day.
but this is how it goes.
interestingly, the music i listen to while writing and then editing and revising changes. i'll hold so tightly to a particular song, feel like it embodies the characters and scenes so strongly, and yet, when it comes time to slash and burn, the song falls away and a new one takes over.
salesman at the day of the parade is one of these songs. here's the scene that it helped inspire:
The streets, so crowded around us, fade into silence as it begins to snow once more. Each snowflake is so filled with promise. What will happen to it? Will it lie on the road? In a tree? Be made into a snowman? Snowball? Will some little child catch it on their tongue? Will it be carried home on someone’s shoulders or in their hair? After it melts and evaporates and goes upward once more, and then makes the trek back down, will it look the same? Or will it be different?
Does it even have a choice?
rogue wave is best known for eyes, but, as nice as that song is, there are much better ones to appreciate.
just recently, i deleted large chunks of a particular story. words i liked, ones that had stubbornly stayed put through previous revisions. but now they are gone, left in existence only in my head and in a file that doesn't often see the light of day.
but this is how it goes.
interestingly, the music i listen to while writing and then editing and revising changes. i'll hold so tightly to a particular song, feel like it embodies the characters and scenes so strongly, and yet, when it comes time to slash and burn, the song falls away and a new one takes over.
salesman at the day of the parade is one of these songs. here's the scene that it helped inspire:
The streets, so crowded around us, fade into silence as it begins to snow once more. Each snowflake is so filled with promise. What will happen to it? Will it lie on the road? In a tree? Be made into a snowman? Snowball? Will some little child catch it on their tongue? Will it be carried home on someone’s shoulders or in their hair? After it melts and evaporates and goes upward once more, and then makes the trek back down, will it look the same? Or will it be different?
Does it even have a choice?
rogue wave is best known for eyes, but, as nice as that song is, there are much better ones to appreciate.
I'm so sorry for what I've done
I went in to it like a man
Now the only thing on my skin
Is some beach blown images
With every corner
That you have
You don't miss me
But I really don't mind
Don't float around girl
It'll be alright
And the hardest thing that I've done
Is laying down with someone
And the idiots in Detroit
Well they've all gone sour...
Everyone lies
With every corner
That you have
You really don't miss me
But I really don't mind
Don't float around girl
It'll be alright
It'll be alright, tomorrow
I'm so sorry for what I've done
(mp3) salesman at the day of the parade by rogue wave (via MFR)
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