Yikes, over a week gone by and no post. I’ve gotta crack my own whip.
So, writing. Yeah. Been doing a lot of that lately. I’ve noticed that my style changes depending on the first few lines of the chapter I’m in. For example, if I start the chapter with a sarcastic line, I unconsciously write the entire chapter with a sarcastic tinge to it. It wouldn’t be too bad if that was what I was going for, but that isn’t always the case. So I’ve had to go back and re-edit chunks of my chapters to make them more uniform.
The above editing has really got me questioning if I even know my own style well enough. It seems like I’m able to pull out all kinds of writing styles at any given time, and I have fun with each one, but a consistent and cogent narrative it does not make. Maybe I’ve been reading too many books from too many different eras. Victorian, Post Modern, Classical, etc. It’s created a quagmire of techniques that I dig into for my writing.
Maybe that’s my writing style, then? A schizophrenic amalgamation of different voices that fight for center stage?
In a slightly unrelated note, I’ve decided that I want to live in a castle someday. Something like Hogwarts would be acceptable.
Yes, that’ll do.
And now back to writing in the castle of my mind.