August 6th, 2004

bored

success and interpretive dancing monkeys

This is probably the wrong time in my development as a writer to realize that my addiction is adverbs, and it's terminal.

Yes, I'm finally getting around to reading Stephen King's On Writing.

But adverbs--it's kind of a hopeless love. I know they don't love me--I'd never be able to get away with my lurches into quadruple modifiers if they loved me like I loved them--but it's there, it's an addiction, like italics, present tense, and white chocolate fudge by the quarter pound.

Still, though. I'm about three quarters through the book--a *lot* of leaping around going on there, since I keep skipping around to see what else is in there--and still come out of it vaguely feeling off.

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