October 9, 2012 § Leave a comment
Someone totaled my car on Sunday so I haven’t had time to do any blog writing but I’m glad to say I have been keeping up my daily writing, although the past few days I’ve been finishing it just under the wire before midnight. All the stress and high emotions resulting from the experience have also made for some good writing inspiration, and getting the feelings out on paper means I sleep really well the rest of the night. It’s very cathartic, and I can translate it to fit what I’m writing, so all the better!
I’ll admit I was starting to flag on my story for a little while and have doubts. I still do but I can push past them because I know in the end I’ll find the story I want to write one way or another, even if it means writing a different one to get there.
September 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
I go through phases with music. Sometimes I can’t stand to have even the slightest sound distracting me from what I’m doing, whether it is writing or working. Lately, however I enjoy listening to a playlist I made specifically for this story I’m working on.
I call it “music for the end of the world” although listening to parts of it I can see how one could make an argument for calling it “music for committing suicide” (Please don’t). My intention was to create a very dispiriting mood without hope to mirror the feeling I imagine one would have upon waking up to discover their world is gone.
I’ve included parts of lyrics that particularly struck me while listening, but for many of the songs, the words don’t matter, it’s the music and the mood it creates.
Clair de lune – Claude Debussy
The Times They are A-Changin’ – Bob Dylan
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.
The Sound of Silence – Simon and Garfunkel
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
Only Remembered – War Horse
Who’ll sing the anthem and who’ll tell the story
Will the line hold will it scatter and run
Shall we at last be united in glory
Only remembered for what we have done
Abraham’s Daughter – Arcade Fire
Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Green Day
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
Here Without You – 3 Doors Down
Wise Men – James Blunt
But they couldn’t escape from you,
Couldn’t be free of you,
And now they know there’s no way out
Beautiful Lie – 30 Seconds to Mars
It’s time to forget about the past
To wash away what happened last
Hide behind an empty face
Adieu mon Coeur – Edith Piaf
Adieu mon cœur Good-bye my heart
On te jette au malheur. We are casting you into unhappiness.
Tu n’auras pas mes yeux You will not have my eyes
Au mourir Until death
The Breach – Sunspot
The frailty that tore,
Still led us once more unto the breach.
Save Tonight – Eagle-Eye Cherry
Mad World – Gary Jules
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult
Barely Breathing – Duncan Sheik
Bent – Matchbox 20
Crying Out – Shinedown
45 – Shinedown
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
Elegia – New Order
Dust – Royworld
All that will remain of us,
Are a thousand voices floating in the atmosphere,
Shadows falling in the dust,
And I hear your voice singled out and I want to say,
You and I will never die,
So don’t think about all the space in-between us,
Black Hole Sun – Soundgarden
2815 AD – WALL-E soundtrack
September 23, 2012 § Leave a comment
My fingers are moving as slow as snails while my mind races faster than I can keep up. I’ve had quite a bit of time to think about the structure of my story. I find it has become an amalgam of several different storylines that appeal to me, and I hope that in itself will be enough to make it somewhat unique. What I really need to do is stop worrying about whether something is a cliche or not. Even if it is, I can always tweak it later to help it along. The big ideas are always the same and just a little creativity can separate it from the pack.
Like my sister says, “Everything you want to do has already been done a hundred times before, so don’t worry about it and just do it!”
I’ve been thinking of actions that can be taken more than one way. Something as simple as a look of surprise and the exclamation “..but you’re dead!” could mean the person was the would-be murderer shocked at his victim’s survival, or the lover who was told the victim was dead and is simply experiencing the shock of the dead coming back to life. Two very different standpoints but through the eyes of a another character they could seem similar. And that gives me some wiggle room to manipulate the storyline as it develops. I don’t want to be too vague because that is a dead giveaway. I need to find the right way to convince the audience that one of the statements is true but not the other so I can totally blow them out of the water with a revelation later on in the story. I know that doesn’t work on everyone because some people are crazy good at guessing the outcomes of stories. But in general the theory holds.
Trying to be creative is exhausting! Inevitably, I wonder how much I’m over-thinking it. I’ve seen what happens to writers who over plan every little interaction. It sounds about as natural as a child’s haltingly memorized lines in a school play. But trying to plan out twists in a plot is a harrowing and altogether new experience for me (previously I’ve been more of a ‘fly by the seat of my pants’ kind of writer). I feel as though I’m adding and adding and twisting and twisting until it no longer resembles the plot I came up with, and I wonder if that is a good or bad thing since the original plot is not in fact a unique one by any stretch.
I’ve also discovered I freeze up writing in certain situations. I was at the clay studio thinking I could just sit back and plunk on my keyboard with no problem. The first of many problems was Adele’s horrible throaty voice constantly in my ear thanks to someone’s terrible taste in music. The next was that the comfortable chair I’m used to disappeared, leaving only hard wooden stools in its place. I sat at the computer, flipping through screens idly; reading other people’s writing and feeling too self-conscious to write any of my own. There was someone who kept walking behind me and I felt like they were staring over my shoulder to read what was on my screen. I’m sure that wasn’t the case but it’s unnerving nonetheless.
November 7, 2011 § Leave a comment
Seven days in and only now am I thinking I should check out the Nanowrimo site and think about getting started. I don’t even know if it’s feasible at this point considering the business of life. I did some writing on a cool website called 750 Words, but then kind of got out of the habit before it even really formed. It was pretty therapeutic though which makes me think I should give this a try again even though I’ve put in little thought to a concept or even done any writing at all in the past year.
October 10, 2010 § 2 Comments
A part of me wants to do Nano this year, and the other part doesn’t much care to. I don’t even have an inkling of an idea this year, but I feel like I should write something. I’m so out of practice, and it feels like any talent I may possibly have had is slipping away. I should at least try. I think I will.
November 5, 2009 § Leave a comment
This is an example of something I find hilarious in my head. I don’t know how well it translates.
He knew every building and every car parked along the street. Except for that Mercedes parked along the curb just outside of his building. The sleek black car clashed painfully with the rusted out white Cadillac and Honda civic that flanked it. As he came nearer, he saw the figure of a woman slumped back against the driver’s seat. A quick glance up and down the street showed no movement. His footsteps quickened and he burst into a jog, sliding between the cars until he was looking in through the side window. Pulling the sleeve of his shirt over his hand, he tested the door. Locked. Locked?
At once the body behind the wheel jerked up as though attached to the hands of the cruelest kind of puppeteer, and began to scream.
“Jesus Christ!” Dunn jumped back from the car. His eyes quickly narrowed as he looked closer and recognized the driver. “Michelle?” The dark-haired woman’s hands had come up in front of her face, a tiny can of Mace poised to strike. Her mouth opened, the dark red lips forming a small ‘o’ of surprise. His sister rolled down her window and glared up at him.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Oliver! What were you thinking?”
“I gave you–? What was I–?” He managed to stop himself and took a deep breath before he went off the rails completely.
November 3, 2009 § 1 Comment
One thing you should never ever do while doing nano is read the blogs of other people who are doing it. Granted, there are many people who are doing worse than you, but then you see something crazy like someone who had over 6,000 words on the first day. Insanity!
The funny thing is that I get a lot of my word count in when I go back over what I’ve written and fill in the details, which seems to break the editing rule. However, I have realized that I tend to summarize and move on, forgetting that the scene has a location and several characters that may need description. Imagine that.
I can honestly say I have no idea where this novel is going, but it has worked out just fine for me in the past, so I’ll just go with it and see where it leads. Now enough with the non-nano word count. Back to work!