Problems and Siblings.

Wow, a month and a half since my last post on this blog? There must have been problems.

But don't fret; writers love problems.

John Updike loves problems.

Here's one problem with a novella I've been writing over this summer:

How do I tactfully craft a wealthy and cultured character who shelters himself from the outside world, but who also loves to endulge himself in the passtime of toking the marijuana leaf? How much "stoner" lingo can I use before a passage becomes more trash and loses its elegance? I feel like I can toke and be elegant. What's a classier euphemism for weed grinder? Does having both a vaporizer and pipe in the bedroom transpose my actor sibling duo out of their refined, but dangerous je ne sais quoi into something more of a squalid and overly aggressive foreigness? Exactly what am I wanting to stick out?

I might have to cut back on what may come across as pretentious jargon...

There's been some problems.