Why do I not write more often? That's the question I'm always asking myself. When I do write I enjoy it. It might be abhorent, okay, it generally is. Hell, I even like editing. So why do I put it off constantly? I think if I look deep down I'd find that I feel I'll never write anything being worthy of others reading, and at the very most someone actually wanting to pay for it.
::doubts::
::doubts::
If nothing more I should just do it for my own pleasure and leave it at that. Maybe there are some writers out there who don't walk around with horrible doubts in their minds, but I have to wonder how many do carry such uncertainties within their innermost thoughts.
Procrastination and doubts are my Degree. High school education is all I attained, and that was painful enough. School was not a great place for me, yet I never once thought about not finishing. Had an English teacher who didn't help, other than to put down all the students he ever had. He'd squash a dream faster than lightning. Guess I could add the Hard-Knocks-of-Life-School to my resume. That's about it.
Sounds like I'm "baring my soul" here, and "woe is me." Which makes me smile a bit. Maudlin I'm not! Truly, I'm not that kind of person. I not only like the simple things in life I really enjoy them. Not a needy person and am happy being that way!
I think I should be writing something more tangible instead of spitting out this stuff. :)
Later.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Decisions, decisions
Took a look at _The Grona Stone_ tonight. Yeah, yeah, lousy title, I know. Sometimes, though, I kinda like it, other times I think it sucks. Right now it sits at approx. 29,300.
I knew I had a problem not long after I got into it. POV, to be exact. Didn't know what to do since a couple of the characters got split from the rest. These two are my favorite. They feel fuller to me. ::I know, rounded out -- I like fuller:: Got some good friction going on between them. There's lots of friction with all the others too, but not quite the same. Or, not coming out in the writing as well. I'm not sure. I like the others and there's lots of potential there, but I have to wonder if they need to stay somewhat in the background for this story. Guess they could have their own later if it worked out that way. Just don't know if only two can carry most of the story. 'Course then another entirely different character walked on and I liked him. Brother to one of the main characters so maybe he needs his own story too. Yikes! A series? I'm now thinking in terms of series?! Never thought I could do one of those. Hmmm, will have to think on that bag of worms.
It's been interesting so far, to say the least. The two favorite characters took me down a path I didn't see coming. They are fun so I'll forgive them for high jacking the novel.
I'm also going to have to work much harder to get more darn description in. I have white-room syndrome! I can see it yet it refuses to seep down into and through my fingers onto the keyboard. Stupid brain! Maybe the fingers are at fault. Could be they shut off any entry the brain tries to make. There's a conspiracy going on, I know it!
Guess I continue to stick with just these two for main characters and not clog up pages by going back and forth. Two POV's are enough to deal with.
I also thought they had reached their destination, but noooo, they haven't left the ship yet. Must be all that other stuff is in my head and I only thought I'd written it already.
Now I'm worried about another one I have. Probably don't have what I think written on that one either.
No wonder brain doesn't function properly, there's too much clutter in it. That alone should give me enough incentive to write more. At least it might clear up some space.
Anyway, I keep fluctuating between making this a YA or not. Keep leaning towards YA, so will most likely go that route. I think it's set where it could be written either for YA or Adult. The main characters are on the youngish side, but still on the high end of it, and I don't want to change that. Guess I'll just wait and see how it all comes out in the end.
Think I'll go curl up on my rock shelf for the night and let the mind run through those unwritten words again. The noggin needs a refresher course on those scenes. It also needs to stop getting so far ahead of my typing and trick me into thinking I've got more done that I do.
Ah, well, it was good to get some of this out.
I knew I had a problem not long after I got into it. POV, to be exact. Didn't know what to do since a couple of the characters got split from the rest. These two are my favorite. They feel fuller to me. ::I know, rounded out -- I like fuller:: Got some good friction going on between them. There's lots of friction with all the others too, but not quite the same. Or, not coming out in the writing as well. I'm not sure. I like the others and there's lots of potential there, but I have to wonder if they need to stay somewhat in the background for this story. Guess they could have their own later if it worked out that way. Just don't know if only two can carry most of the story. 'Course then another entirely different character walked on and I liked him. Brother to one of the main characters so maybe he needs his own story too. Yikes! A series? I'm now thinking in terms of series?! Never thought I could do one of those. Hmmm, will have to think on that bag of worms.
It's been interesting so far, to say the least. The two favorite characters took me down a path I didn't see coming. They are fun so I'll forgive them for high jacking the novel.
I'm also going to have to work much harder to get more darn description in. I have white-room syndrome! I can see it yet it refuses to seep down into and through my fingers onto the keyboard. Stupid brain! Maybe the fingers are at fault. Could be they shut off any entry the brain tries to make. There's a conspiracy going on, I know it!
Guess I continue to stick with just these two for main characters and not clog up pages by going back and forth. Two POV's are enough to deal with.
I also thought they had reached their destination, but noooo, they haven't left the ship yet. Must be all that other stuff is in my head and I only thought I'd written it already.
Now I'm worried about another one I have. Probably don't have what I think written on that one either.
No wonder brain doesn't function properly, there's too much clutter in it. That alone should give me enough incentive to write more. At least it might clear up some space.
Anyway, I keep fluctuating between making this a YA or not. Keep leaning towards YA, so will most likely go that route. I think it's set where it could be written either for YA or Adult. The main characters are on the youngish side, but still on the high end of it, and I don't want to change that. Guess I'll just wait and see how it all comes out in the end.
Think I'll go curl up on my rock shelf for the night and let the mind run through those unwritten words again. The noggin needs a refresher course on those scenes. It also needs to stop getting so far ahead of my typing and trick me into thinking I've got more done that I do.
Ah, well, it was good to get some of this out.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Flash Fiction Friday 1
Josh placed one boot on the first step, careful to check that the old stones didn't crumble under him. It held and he moved up next two then crossed the circular center to stand in front of the partial curved wall.
"What are we doing here?" Aaron came abreast of Josh.
"You'll see," Josh said.
One hand reached out to the aged stones, while his other hand rested on the hilt of the dagger at his side. The rough stone scraped across his palm. Josh ran his hand along the stone blocks and felt inside each niche until a slight tingle went through is fingers. The dagger in his other hand hummed. A tiny jolt shot through his fingers.
Josh pressed against the stone. It grated inwards and the block next to it slid open.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes." Excitement and a feeling he couldn't describe ran through him.
"Don't touch it, Josh"
"I know the legend." His fingers wrapped around the dagger.
His other hand pulled out the knife at his side. Josh held both up and an arc of light shot from one to the other. Both blades shaped into a lightning bolt. The light between them died, but not the joy that sang in Josh's blood.
"See, Aaron, they didn't strike me dead. That means I was meant to own them."
"As long as innocent blood doesn't taint them."
"I don't intend to."
"Good intentions don't always stand," Aaron muttered.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Working on......
Too many projects it seems. My folders are going to get too plump for their own good!
Started an exercise last night. ::no, not that kind!:: Flash fiction, of which I've never done before and don't know what makes me think I can now. Three characters to go off in different directions. Yeah, baby, I can sure do that in 250 words! HA! Don't know who I'm kidding. Seems everything I start as a short wants to grow up to be big strong novel. Beginning came easy, but where to go and how to keep it to the word minimum? That's the nagging question.
And now I'm thinking of starting another flash fiction.
::bangs head on cave wall::
Did one about a week ago from an exercise, but not flash, thank you very much Muse. Still, planned on it being a short but now wants to rear its ugly head and become All-That-It-Can-Be. Not to mention its taking me down a path I've never tread before. We're suppose to stretch ourselves in our writing, yes? ::sigh:: I'm hoping to have fun with it anyway.
Fantasy and Space Opera are the niches I cling to, although what I know about space and science wouldn't fill a thimble. Last night's came out YA fantasy, yet to be finished. I got tired. Puppy got tired. We went to bed and left characters left hanging. I should be working on it now. I should have worked on it earlier today. Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda, Didn't. I still have time tonight. Just need some motivation.
Motivation, motivation where did you go
Down a road so dark I lost you
Now I can't get back home fool
Started an exercise last night. ::no, not that kind!:: Flash fiction, of which I've never done before and don't know what makes me think I can now. Three characters to go off in different directions. Yeah, baby, I can sure do that in 250 words! HA! Don't know who I'm kidding. Seems everything I start as a short wants to grow up to be big strong novel. Beginning came easy, but where to go and how to keep it to the word minimum? That's the nagging question.
And now I'm thinking of starting another flash fiction.
::bangs head on cave wall::
Did one about a week ago from an exercise, but not flash, thank you very much Muse. Still, planned on it being a short but now wants to rear its ugly head and become All-That-It-Can-Be. Not to mention its taking me down a path I've never tread before. We're suppose to stretch ourselves in our writing, yes? ::sigh:: I'm hoping to have fun with it anyway.
Fantasy and Space Opera are the niches I cling to, although what I know about space and science wouldn't fill a thimble. Last night's came out YA fantasy, yet to be finished. I got tired. Puppy got tired. We went to bed and left characters left hanging. I should be working on it now. I should have worked on it earlier today. Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda, Didn't. I still have time tonight. Just need some motivation.
Motivation, motivation where did you go
Down a road so dark I lost you
Now I can't get back home fool
Whoo Hoo!
First blog, first post!
::New::
::Shiny::
Things I like!
Oh, yeah, Welcome to my Cave! Yes, that's where I dwell. In my imagination, anyway, and I like it there. Everyone needs someplace to go, relax, refresh, get away from the mundane and all the crap that goes on in real life. Try it sometime, you may not want to leave, although you will as RL is an essential place to be, but it's easy to take mini vacations, if only in your mind.
No, I'm not crazy. Okay, some may say I am. It's a crazy world out there and one needs to sip a bit of the crazy to get by in it.
So, pull up a slab of rock and make yourself comfy, and don't mind the guano, I get to the cleaning up later.
More later.
::New::
::Shiny::
Things I like!
Oh, yeah, Welcome to my Cave! Yes, that's where I dwell. In my imagination, anyway, and I like it there. Everyone needs someplace to go, relax, refresh, get away from the mundane and all the crap that goes on in real life. Try it sometime, you may not want to leave, although you will as RL is an essential place to be, but it's easy to take mini vacations, if only in your mind.
No, I'm not crazy. Okay, some may say I am. It's a crazy world out there and one needs to sip a bit of the crazy to get by in it.
So, pull up a slab of rock and make yourself comfy, and don't mind the guano, I get to the cleaning up later.
More later.
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