Today I worked on my Trapper John story. I posted my first draft on Hijacked Amygdala a few months ago or something like that, thinking that I would never get around to revising it. As I stared at it again I couldn’t imagine how to begin.
Dave Kingsbury posted a George Saunders piece a while back which talks about just trying to make a sentence better and better out of respect for the reader.
Perhaps I lack respect for my audience, and maybe that has to do with my warped view of humanity, brought about in part by the bullshit that goes on at the restaurant.
So this all ties in to my idea of feeling kindness towards others, no matter how stupid they are and things like that.
Not to say that you’re stupid for reading this, of course! Present company excluded, as we say! Ahem!
Anyway, Saunders talks about how things happen when you slowly try to improve small pieces of the greater work. Maybe I will eventually find something about this story that makes it worth reading.
As it stands, there are two very funny scenes, so if I could just make those work in some kind of context…or even better make the rest of the story as good as those two scenes, then we’ll be on to something.
And if I can figure out how to make pictures and text work together, we’ll be onto something good with this whole picture thing, too.