Process.
I have a list of character names for endeavors that require words—endeavors for which I want lucrative attention someday SOON please—and on certain days I remember to use these names as I spin the details in my mind. I’m like: …. and then Torsten will marry Amparo but her dad actually will not approve, but it won’t matter because they move far away, no, yes, she’ll become a luxury jeweler, I’ll describe her studio in almost painful detail, this will allow me to tie-in that one theme about consumption, and the whole time I will NOT, I WILL NOT, use a single fucking cliche, goddamit! If I find myself using even one cliche I will shoot myself in the FACE! I really will shoot myself in the face, and hopefully I can find some way to use the word ‘puerile’ in this novella before that happens because I really like that word. Also, whatever I do, please, let’s never resemble writing like that one book about a girl and her guide to hunting and fishing. I feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it.
