third man girl
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Confession. The last couple of days have been scary. With the exception of the silly poem about Martin’s ol’ blue eyes, (hurriedly invented in the shower (alone!)), I have only written four poems in my life (all while camped out in “Bryan’s” head.) You guys have now read three of them.
I didn’t just write them. I wrote them, re-wrote them, mashed them around, hated them, loved them, squirmed over them, and re-re-wrote them.
It took two days of fretting before I decided to post them (they were written last year, but the fretting took place only once I’d considered revealing them).
I shrivel under criticism, although I appreciate it is necessary.
To answer Ashlea, who wrote, “You know what would be interesting? The poem from the woman's point of view, as we have no indication from her in this one.” Well:
I can’t build up the energy to write from a woman’s viewpoint. As a female, I find it more interesting to get into the heads of male characters. I do wonder if this limits my ability to write, as, obviously, I can’t know what it is like to have a male mind. But, in the real world, I find women just as puzzling as men. In the end, we all share emotions, and emotions are what I write about – and are more important, I would say, than the story.
To answer piedro, who wrote, “but I am afraid I am totally confused about your story!” And the Wabbit, who wrote, “So... When are we going to get a story?” Well:
It’s a long story; it’s been throbbing in my head for a long time. I wake with my characters, drive with them, take them to work, bring them home, play with them, drift off to sleep with them. I have too many main characters, can’t bear to part with them and, in any case, it’s a gang story. A gang by definition includes several men. I’ve read that a few of you hate trilogies, well, this is a two-dozen-ilogy (I guess there might be a Latin word for that
) My way around it, is to write about each character as an individual and have them join forces along the way, just as it happened . . .
Again, to answer Ashlea, “Have you read any Robert Browning? He was the master of inhabiting a character and writing through their eyes. Fortunately, your characters don't seem to be insane, which makes it easier to be in their heads, I imagine.” Well:
No, I haven’t read RB. I’ve read hardly any poetry but, thanks for the pointer, I’ll give him a try. As for the ‘insane character’, that made me smile The leader of my gang is a shred crazy, so I’ve deliberately stayed out of his head. I’ll leave it to the other gang members in the book to describe him. I love him the most (aww!), and I don’t want to spoil him.
Which brings me back to Bryan. It’s no great secret that he becomes (following appalling cruelty, but also some serious preening
) a gang member himself. I’ll post you his/my final poem, to let you read. It’s called “The Leader”
Third Man Girl
I didn’t just write them. I wrote them, re-wrote them, mashed them around, hated them, loved them, squirmed over them, and re-re-wrote them.
It took two days of fretting before I decided to post them (they were written last year, but the fretting took place only once I’d considered revealing them).
I shrivel under criticism, although I appreciate it is necessary.
To answer Ashlea, who wrote, “You know what would be interesting? The poem from the woman's point of view, as we have no indication from her in this one.” Well:
I can’t build up the energy to write from a woman’s viewpoint. As a female, I find it more interesting to get into the heads of male characters. I do wonder if this limits my ability to write, as, obviously, I can’t know what it is like to have a male mind. But, in the real world, I find women just as puzzling as men. In the end, we all share emotions, and emotions are what I write about – and are more important, I would say, than the story.
To answer piedro, who wrote, “but I am afraid I am totally confused about your story!” And the Wabbit, who wrote, “So... When are we going to get a story?” Well:
It’s a long story; it’s been throbbing in my head for a long time. I wake with my characters, drive with them, take them to work, bring them home, play with them, drift off to sleep with them. I have too many main characters, can’t bear to part with them and, in any case, it’s a gang story. A gang by definition includes several men. I’ve read that a few of you hate trilogies, well, this is a two-dozen-ilogy (I guess there might be a Latin word for that
) My way around it, is to write about each character as an individual and have them join forces along the way, just as it happened . . . Again, to answer Ashlea, “Have you read any Robert Browning? He was the master of inhabiting a character and writing through their eyes. Fortunately, your characters don't seem to be insane, which makes it easier to be in their heads, I imagine.” Well:
No, I haven’t read RB. I’ve read hardly any poetry but, thanks for the pointer, I’ll give him a try. As for the ‘insane character’, that made me smile
The leader of my gang is a shred crazy, so I’ve deliberately stayed out of his head. I’ll leave it to the other gang members in the book to describe him. I love him the most (aww!), and I don’t want to spoil him.Which brings me back to Bryan. It’s no great secret that he becomes (following appalling cruelty, but also some serious preening
) a gang member himself. I’ll post you his/my final poem, to let you read. It’s called “The Leader”Third Man Girl
