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For the first time in four months, maybe more, I've finally returned to revising the Harvey Dent novel. In the time that I've put it aside to work on the far more actually important work of the Hefner Monologues, I'd come to see the novel as my hot mistress.
But rereading the prologue out loud, the first six pages of the book, the very first part I wrote and the section I've revised more than any other... it was like coming home again, or catching up with an old friend.
Writers, you ever get that moment where you revisit something you wrote a while ago and come upon a section or sentence or even a turn of phrase and you think to yourself, "Hey, that's pretty good"? It doesn't happen often enough, but damn if it's not a nice feeling.
Similarly: man, sometimes I'm glad I lack mad Photoshop skillz. Otherwise, I'd totally be wasted a good chunk of free time designing an image of Aaron Eckhart ala Shepard Fairey Barack Obama "HOPE" poster. Just have it say, "BELIEVE."
But rereading the prologue out loud, the first six pages of the book, the very first part I wrote and the section I've revised more than any other... it was like coming home again, or catching up with an old friend.
Writers, you ever get that moment where you revisit something you wrote a while ago and come upon a section or sentence or even a turn of phrase and you think to yourself, "Hey, that's pretty good"? It doesn't happen often enough, but damn if it's not a nice feeling.
Similarly: man, sometimes I'm glad I lack mad Photoshop skillz. Otherwise, I'd totally be wasted a good chunk of free time designing an image of Aaron Eckhart ala Shepard Fairey Barack Obama "HOPE" poster. Just have it say, "BELIEVE."
