Wednesday, 31 December 2014
A new writing project. Yup, I'm at that point in the cycle. What's next? My mind is shooting blanks, my cup does not runneth over...
Normally, an idea for a story or novel bubbles up. So far, though, nada.
(As for the hows and whys of this creative bubbling? Who knows. That's that, despite reading a ton of T.S. Eliot's criticism years back re: "Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity" and "The other aspect of this Impersonal theory of poetry is the relation of the poem to its author. And I hinted, by an analogy, that the mind of the mature poet differs from that of the immature one not precisely in any valuation of “personality,” not being necessarily more interesting, or having “more to say,” but rather by being a more finely perfected medium in which special, or very varied, feelings are at liberty to enter into new combinations.")
Anyhow, the new project currently consists of discards. Ideas so bad, projects so unwieldy, so profitless, and so very dubious that they're only mildly worthwhile as blog entertainment.
To date, they are—
(1) a campy, comic revisiting of Aaron Spelling's Dynasty, but with vampires.
(2) an updating of How To Marry a Millionaire set in a somewhat dystopian future à la William Gibson's Neuromancer.
If you dare, feel free to use either. I'm formally disavowing them!