Tolkien, artist

One Last Workday This Week...

What a week. With my poor DH down with diverticulitis and, after beginning to heal from that, coming down with the beginnings of the flu, it's been unbelievable stressful and I've had to work a six-day week. On the writing front, I finished and turned in a LOTR Community story, I'm almost finished with my SV story, and I did another drabble - this time to address the word "borrow". My first attempt was dismal and I pulled it the next day. My second attempt moved it's scope over to one of my more familiar playgrounds - Ost-in-Edhel and the admittance of Annatar into the Gwaith-i-Mirdain. This version I was pleased with and put it up for concrit. Changes suggested were looked at and, if I felt they were consistent with my inner view of the scene, were incorporated.

When an author, a student writing a paper for his fourth-grade class or a professional author with many books on the shelves bearing her name, constructs a scene, s/he develops a mental image of what is being written. In many cases the author lives the work, walks through the rooms, looks at the content on tables, and sees the layout of the buildings. Each author's vision is unique. Unless they are writing a purely factual text, everything is subject to interpretation. In a fictional work, everything is up for grabs.

I rarely spend so much time over a blog post, and I rarely delete as much as I have on this one to avoid casting stones. I live in as much of a glass house as anyone, and I'm personally a bit shy of stones. I gave a reasoned response to someone I considered a friend yesterday and received a thrown stone in return. *sigh* Maybe next week will be better.
I almost fell to that level myself, really had to work on reeling myself back. Not that I'm rising above, more that I refuse to step into the pothole. I know that life will return to normal again, and that I will want to look back on this as just one more incidence in a relationship that has certainly been topsy-turvy over the past few months. I don't want to look back on my own reactions with regret for any venom I might have spewed. When I do allow myself to get angry, that's when people try to get out of the room. I don't need the spike in my blood pressure or the possible repercussions of losing my temper over something so silly as an opinion on one of my pieces of fiction.

Thanks for your comments. As I recall, you were having a bit of a bad turn yesterday. I hope things are going better for you now :-)

- Erulisse (one L)
losing my temper over something so silly as an opinion on one of my pieces of fiction.

Sometimes I find it particularly difficult when it's to do with writing, because it's something that's rather close to my heart. But, yes - I can totally understand not wanting to say anything that would make for regret down the road.

Things are settling down, I think. Today and yesterday were all right, so that's a good start. Merci. ♥