Ah, the Joys of Procrastination
Nov. 16th, 2009 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverflight8That actually wasn't what I was going to talk about.
I was (procrastinating by) looking at the pep talks for NaNoWriMo (because yes, I would like to write a novel within a month's time; don't look at me like that!) and I stumbled on a phrase by Mr. Brian Jacques, the writer of the (massive) Redwall series: "See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words."
I think that's what some people forget. That it isn't just art and music and dance and paint and acrylic and skating and sketching and photography and song that is art, there is also the words. Words and talking are seen as so prosaic, so leaden, so uninspired--except they are. When you read some authors' work, the words fit together perfectly. Each one is part of the story, part of making a whole universe out of nothing.
I was (procrastinating by) looking at the pep talks for NaNoWriMo (because yes, I would like to write a novel within a month's time; don't look at me like that!) and I stumbled on a phrase by Mr. Brian Jacques, the writer of the (massive) Redwall series: "See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words."
I think that's what some people forget. That it isn't just art and music and dance and paint and acrylic and skating and sketching and photography and song that is art, there is also the words. Words and talking are seen as so prosaic, so leaden, so uninspired--except they are. When you read some authors' work, the words fit together perfectly. Each one is part of the story, part of making a whole universe out of nothing.
