{"id":42026,"date":"2012-12-07T20:14:00","date_gmt":"2012-12-07T20:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2012\/12\/07\/when-whats-left-is-much-less-than-whats-come\/"},"modified":"2012-12-07T20:14:00","modified_gmt":"2012-12-07T20:14:00","slug":"when-whats-left-is-much-less-than-whats-come","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2012\/12\/07\/when-whats-left-is-much-less-than-whats-come\/","title":{"rendered":"When what’s left is much less than what’s come before"},"content":{"rendered":"

I spent about an hour in the car yesterday (and believe me, no complaints here, it’s in my shiny new Mercedes-Benz C230…okay stop me or I’ll start going on and on about her) with my laptop, trying to crank through one of the more emotional scenes in A God Grown Old<\/em>. without giving anything away, it’s the darkness before the dawn scene; the two closest characters are realizing they may not live to see the next day and trying to grapple with that. \u00a0despite not being in a particularly emotional mood, I broke down crying as I was speaking the dialogue aloud to myself. I was empathizing a little too much, I s’pose.<\/p>\n

very rarely do I write things that make me cry. even more rarely do I write things that make me cry when I read them later. I haven’t tried going back to this scene yet. \u00a0I’m kind of afraid to, because I’m at work right now, and I don’t need to be all teary, not when I’ve been in such a good mood all day. \u00a0but I wonder: will others cry at it? am I just so connected to the characters because I know what’s going on in their heads, all that stuff that doesn’t make it to the page? it’s one of the most intriguing parts of being a writer for me – making my reader emotional. my poetry has reportedly squeezed out some tears in the past, but I don’t know about my prose. I know I’ve written many emotional sex scenes that have made me cry, but it’s usually because they’re personal and related to loss or goodbyes.<\/p>\n

anyway. as to the title of this post – I am almost there. mere chapters away. three, I think, and then the epilogue. but these are the scenes that I’ve been working towards, and I’ve stuttered to a halt because, well, I’m afraid I won’t do them justice.<\/p>\n

a silly fear? yes and no. yes because if I don’t write them at all, I’ve done them even less justice than if I put something on the page. no because I never will. ask any writer, even ones who write magnificently epic scenes over and over again. it never comes out quite right.<\/p>\n

curse of the writer, I guess!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I spent about an hour in the car yesterday (and believe me, no complaints here, it’s in my shiny new Mercedes-Benz C230…okay stop me or I’ll start going on and on about her) with my laptop, trying to crank through one of the more emotional scenes in A God Grown Old. without giving anything away, … <\/p>\n

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