Thursday, February 08, 2007
A Dead Shark Ain't Art...
A relationship, I think, is like a shark. You know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies. And I think what we’ve got on our hands… is a dead shark.
— Woody Allen, Annie Hall
And how is a proposal like a relationship?
Well, and yes! Now you ask, I am feeling just so cheerful today. My proposal continues to refuse to swim forward. What does this mean?
Time to give it up, I think. It's okay. It happens. In spite of what I said in my Tear-Your-Hair-Out Post at the end of January. So sad. But true...
And really, don't you think "Dead Shark" is so much more evocative than, say, non-starter?
Years and years ago, long before I sold a romance and started writing for a living, when I made my home in Southern California, I had a dear friend named Deborah Lou. Deborah Lou was totally supportive of my writing addiction, though she did get a little bitter when she'd want me to head off on an adventure--say, driving cross-country to dig crystals in Arkansas--and I'd take a pass because I had to write my book. I credit her with coining the phrase "Dead Shark" in terms of a project that's simply not moving forward.
I've always had a lot of ideas for books. It's true. Ideas really are cheap. But right now, I'm not talking about just the germ, the seed, the basic starting point of a story. I'm talking about ideas I've fallen in love with, ideas I've nurtured like babies, watered like tender saplings, coddled and spoiled. Ideas I have loved--the ones where I've done my best to make them grow up a little and swim on their own. But even with all my tender loving care, sadly, some of them--okay, okay. A lot of them--just don't make it from my twisted brain to the page. As Deborah Lou would say, "So, it's another dead shark. Move on."
So I am.
And how's your day been?