Alison Clement

observations from a novelist who sometimes wants to say something small and see it published immediately

it all devolves into self doubt


I’ve been lying on the floor with the dog, Riley, index cards spread out all around us. I’m organizing the scenes of my screenplay. I have to be alone to do this. I talk out loud to myself. I try out different lines of dialogue. The windows are open and the sky is a brilliant blue. I can hear my neighbors. A woman rides by on a motorbike. But I’m thinking: would Bill really forget that Cindy works with his wife? Can I create a scene designed only to develop character? Is Jon Lewis right when he says my film will be upended if I include even the rumor of incest? Are readers more willing to experience trauma than movie-goers? Am I obsessive/compulsive? Is my writing a way to rationalize my neuroses? Am I agoraphobic?

Categories: art, books, films, memoir, publishing, writing

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  1. I accidentally stumbled onto your blog. After about 4 or 5 posts, I subscribed to a blog for the first time. Good stuff. I look forward to reading more. Cheers!

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