Okay, so today’s entry (yesterday’s) is a little late, but I was sleeping because I’m sick, so suck it. What? I know that’s a lame excuse. Get off my back!
Today I went out for brunch with my uncle, aunt and some of my cousins. My uncle, whom I’ll refer to as “Harlequin” is a writing teacher. One of his courses essentially gets the student to write a novel in a month, not that my uncle has ever done this, but he sure reads a lot of books on producing writing. (He says that whenever he reads something, the first question he asks himself is, how can I make money off this? His favorite quote: “The good writers borrow, the great ones steal.) I guess it’s high time he wrote his own book, huh?
So over brunch he told me that he has plans to write a Harlequin romance set in
After brunch, he and I went to Chapters, where he pointed out some of his favorite books on writing and publishing.
I thumbed through Ronald B. Tobias’ 20 Master Plots, and it occurred to me while reading this that I still have a bit of figuring out to do when it comes to my stories, since a fair number of them are combinations of these essential 20 plots. I can just hear my old writing teachers scolding me now. “Just pick one. The rest can still be there, but they’ll take a back seat. They’re subplots. Your story needs a center. What is at the core of your story?”
While we stood there with our books in hand, Harlequin made a joke about simplicity. Once at the bookstore, he found a self-help book on simplifying your life. It was all by itself on the shelf. I thought that was funny, and added that my plan is to own as little as possible. As I’m sure I’ve said many times before, and will many more, I hate clutter. He says he’s just the opposite. He wants his life to be as complicated as possible.
“It keeps it interesting,” he concluded.
“That is interesting,” I said, because it’s exactly what I was thinking. Some crave complication, some crave simplicity. Who’s to say what’s right?