Posts tagged: Writing

When Lightning Strikes

Damnit, I was trying to write a blog again.  Let me tell you, I got four paragraphs into this before I realized how HARD I was trying to write this.  I need to STOP that!  Just flow with what comes to me.  I have exciting news, and I’m going to give you guys the short–unstylized–version of the tale.  You know, because it’s honest.

So, if you live in Nashua, then you know we had a CREEPY thunderstorm (I love thunderstorms) two nights ago.  Yeah, the lightning was so close it FREAKED me out.  I wrangled Rhiannon into working on the outline.  We’d come to a point where we were just stumped over the motivations of our villain.  We were seeing all these interesting things about him…

…I’m sorry all.  I really want to continue writing this post … I want to continue writing posts PERIOD …

I just had a phone conversation with my sister, Rosie … turns out … she has cancer.  I’m not sure when I’ll be back.  It might be tomorrow … it might be a month from now.  I’m not sure how the processing is going to go for something like this in my head.  It’s … surreal.

Huh, this title is oddly fitting.  It was SUPPOSED to mean inspiration strikes … which it did … only now there’s real life …

Never Give Up; Never Surrender

All I can do is think of the story.  My brain is in a fog from whatever bug I’ve got.  Production is slow, but I feel slammed with inspiration.  It’s strange.  I can’t not work, and I can’t work.  Yeah, you gods of the universe.  I’m done with the suffering phase.  It’s time to get on with my life.

I’ve Gotta Go Tah Work…

…but I’d so rather stay here and write.  Correction, that was a Fruedian slip, I’d so rather stay here and sleep.  I failed on that mission last night.  Not feeling too hot.  Maybe I’ll be lucky, and they will show mercy on my miserable ass.

Why am I dumb?  It was silly, the whole not sleeping thing.  I didn’t even really try.

On the plus side, I got another large chunk of the new outline done.  I’m sure after I’ve slept I can get close to completing tomorrow.  I’m not sure I’ll be any use today.  Another bright side, in addition to getting some good writing out, I also caught up on Glee–go me!

Everything I Know About Writing, I Learned from America’s Next Top Model

OUR FIRST GUEST POST!

Today’s post is brought to you by Liz, a regular in these parts.  She pointed out to me that Reality T.V. can do more than kill brain-cells, and, despite my misgivings, she makes GREAT points about writing I am unable to ignore.  If you like this article, you can read more from Liz at her blog: Jinky Smithers

A few months ago, I made a flip comment about how reality TV was as good a writing workshop as any.  After the laughter had died down, Joey asked if I would like to do a guest post on the matter, and I agreed.  After all, how hard could it be, right?

Turns out, it was more difficult than I thought it would be.  Not because there wasn’t enough material to pull from–60% of the programming in the United States alone is reality-based–but because there was too much.  I ended up with a list spanning 8 reality TV shows and 6 single-spaced pages.  Way too heavy for a simple guest post.

Then one day, while watching a marathon of America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 2, it hit me.  There was really no need to venture into the obscure and at times dehumanizing worlds of Project Runway, Top Chef, Shear Genius, The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, American Idol, Survivor, and My Fair Brady.  When it comes to writing, America’s Next Top Model has it all, with the added fierceness of Tyra’s weave.

Here’s my top ten:

“If you don’t stand for something, you will fall for anything.”

Who said it:  Robyn Manning, Cycle 1.  When Jay Manuel announced to the last four girls they would be posing nude for a jewelry ad, Robin pitched the mother of all spazzes.  Her resistance to bare all cost her a spot as a finalist, but at least she had her self-respect.  Well, most of it, anyway.

What I learned:  Unlike homework and finals, peer pressure doesn’t just end the moment you graduate high school.  Even in the publishing industry, there’s never a short supply of people wanting you to change who you are, what you write, or how you write it.  Sticking to your guns when it comes to your vision may cost you representation or even a book deal, but what good are either of those things if you’re not proud of your work?

“This is my signature walk, and it’s what’s going to make me famous.”

Who said it:  Camille McDonald, Cycle 2.  Oh, Camille.  Camille, Camille, Camille.  This Cycle 2 third runner-up had it all, including an ego the size of Europe.  But when she refused to satisfy a client’s needs by insisting that Her Way was The Right Way, Tyra & Co. sent her packing.

What I learned:  Having confidence in your ability to write a story is important, but also important are humility and the ability to take constructive criticism.  It won’t matter how many doors to the publishing industry open for you if your ego is too large to fit through them.  No one wants to work with a drama queen.

“It’s good to have family around, even if it’s not your own.”

Who said it:  Amanda Swafford, Cycle 3.  Cycle 3 of America’s Next Top Model was one of the most drama-filled ones to date.  So when Tyra took the girls to dinner with her family, it was nice to see the girls (Amanda included) not at each others’ throats for a whole five minutes.

What I learned:  For most of us, the writing process is a solitary one.  If we’re lucky, we have the full support of our loved ones to push us forward.  But when that isn’t possible, it’s just as good to have the support of a critique group or writing partner. After all, it’s far less easy to throw in the towel when you know there’s someone out there who wants you to succeed as badly as you do.

“Take responsibility for yourself, because no one’s going to take responsibility for you.”

Who said it:  Tyra Banks.  In one of the most surprising eliminations in Top Model history, Tyra unveiled the last photograph as a blank one, sending not one, but two girls home.  While Cycle 4′s Rebecca let the tears roll, Tiffany, the other eliminated contestant, laughed it off, sending Tyra into a rage.

What I learned:  There are going to be times in your writing career when things don’t go as you plan.  Deals go sour, agents pass on representation, and reviews can be scathing.  When this happens, it’s OK to be bummed, but it’s not OK to play the blame game.  Not every agent who passes on your manuscript is an idiot; not every editor who can’t get support of his house is incompetent; not every reader who doesn’t like your book is jealous of your talent.  The world is not out to get you.  So take responsibility for yourself and for your work, and next time, try harder.

“Don’t get it twisted.”

Who said it:  Ebony Taylor, Cycle 5.  Ebony slid into the semi-finals after impressing Tyra with her desire to model and this, her motto.

What I learned: I don’t know one person who started writing because they thought it was a quick and easy way to fame and notoriety, but I know a lot of people who ended up there, regardless.  Nowadays, writing a good book isn’t always enough to get it sold, and writers do have to put forth more effort when it comes to marketing.  But while chasing the white rabbit of popularity into the black hole of social networking may secure you a gazillion Facebook friends, it does little to help move your story along or expand your skills as a storyteller.  Maybe a better motto for writers would be “Write first, Tweet later, and don’t get it twisted.”

“I feel like a penis with ears.”

Who said it:  Kathy Hoxit, Cycle 6.  Kathy, a country bumpkin whose vibrant personality couldn’t save her from being the first contestant eliminated, did kind of look like a penis with ears when the girls posed for a bald photoshoot in Cycle 6.  But at least she didn’t cry about it!

What I learned:  No matter what you write or how long you’ve been doing it, you’re bound to hit patches where you feel like a stupid, talentless penis with ears.  When that happens, you can either let it break you down, or you can do as Tyra suggests and own your fierceness, flaws and all.

“I am the undiscovered supermodel.”

Who said it:  Jade Cole, Cycle 6.  Ah, Jade.  The girl who learned nothing because she thought she knew everything.  Arrogant beyond words, she seemed to believe her failed attempts at modeling had nothing to do with her attitude and everything to do with…well, she didn’t know, exactly.  For nine weeks, Top Model viewers were treated to Jade’s trademark narcissism, her Jedi mind-tricking of fellow contestant Gina, and her vehement refusal to accept criticism, constructive or otherwise.  In the end, it was her aversion to taking much-needed advice that ended her stint on Top Model, and no one (except for Jade, herself) was sad to see her go.

What I learned:  The Story of Jade serves double-duty in regards to writing.  Not only does it reinforce the importance of not letting one’s ego get in the way of progressing forward, but it also provides a crash course in toxic people.  If you find yourself in close proximity to someone who overcomes her insecurities by preying on yours, it’s best to put some distance between you before she gets into your head and fills it with nonsense.

“You didn’t commit.”

Who said it:  Tyra Banks.  Anchal Joseph from Cycle 7 was often cited as being the most beautiful girl in the group.  Too bad she was too insecure to see it.  Time and again, her defeatist attitude got the best of her, and after running offstage during an impromptu posing challenge, the judges got rid of The Girl Who Wouldn’t Commit.

What I learned:  Compelling stories are all about believability, and believability is all about commitment.  Readers can sense hesitation in a story, and that hesitation can make or break a reader’s suspension of belief.  It’s normal to sometimes be hung up on a scene, a character, or even a plot, but as a writer, it’s your job to reconcile your uncertainty in a way that furthers the story along.  When you go for it, go all the way.  Because if you don’t believe it, neither will anyone else.

“Just ’cause.”

Who said it:  Diana Zalewski, Cycle 8. Diana was one of two plus-sized models that cycle–a first in Top Model history.  Her pictures may have been less than stellar, but it was her attitude that delivered the final blow.  When Jay Manuel asked her why she was still in the competition, Diana didn’t know, and neither did anyone else.

What I learned:  As important as it is to know what you want, it’s just as important to know why you want it.  Purpose is the engine that propels you toward your goals.  Without it, you won’t get very far.  Or as Tyra once put it, “You have to want it.  No one can want it for you more than you want it for yourself.”  Word.

And last, but not least….

“People don’t like frailty; they like vulnerability.  There’s a subtle difference between those words.”

Who said it:  Mr. Jay.  Though Mr. Jay isn’t known for his memorable quotes, this one–in reference to Cycle 12′s Marjorie, whom the judges affectionately(?) referred to as the Hunchback of Notre Dame–is a keeper.

What I learned:  Character is the heart and soul of story.  The more human the characters, the more deeply a reader bonds with them.  But as Mr. Jay said, there’s a fine line between “vulnerable” and “frail.” Weak characters make for weak books.  After all, who cares about the plot if the protagonist is Too Stupid to Live?

OK, that’s it for me!  Thanks to Joey and Rhiannon for letting me hijack their blog, and remember, writing isn’t all about how-tos and classes and workshops–it’s about life experience, too.  Just because it’s not your life experience doesn’t mean you can’t use it.

Ciao!

Again, if you like this article, you can read more from Liz at her blog: Jinky Smithers.  I’ll sure be checking it out!   Already subscribed.

Hotdogs, the Adjective

If you are not yet acquainted with Eddie Izzard, watch this video:

In celebration of this BRILLIANT joke, I’ve decided to “officially” classify hotdogs as an adjective.  I already use it frequently, and now I’ll have a frame of reference for all those who are foozled by my use of the common noun as such.

On Progress

The real intention of this blog was to chat about the progress we’ve been making on the book.  It’s been, well, hotdogs!  It’s amazing and a half to the square root of pi.

Learning about yourself is a tricky thing.  There have been many bumps in the road for us, but we’ve taken them on one by one.  The first one being the fact that we can’t rush the process.  Oh it would be nice if Rhiannon and I could put this book on the fast track, but the more we try to do it the more evident it becomes that we can’t.

We’ve set out to write a great–if not THE great–American Fantasy of our generation.

A Dream Longstanding

Looking back on my life, I can see how destiny was pushing me in this direction.  I was a sophomore in Lowell High School and there was nothing I wanted to do more than write.  I wrote short stories, poem, I even had a couple ideas kicking for a novel (fantasy, of course).  I was a voracious reader and my best friend was the librarian.

The only problem was, I couldn’t finish writing many of the things I started.  Sometimes it was hard to GET started in the first place.  So, I asked a good friend, Rachel (my first “wife” and fellow author), to write a novel series with me.  My goal was to write something epic–Tolkien in complexity.  I was even attempting to invent my own language.

Admittedly, most of the work I was doing I was hardly interested in.  I assumed, because that’s the way other authors came up with their magical worlds, that was the way I had to do it as well.  Needless to say, all this work go on Rachel’s nerves, and we fought about essential plot points so much that we worked together less than a month before decided it had been a bad idea.  Then I met Rhiannon …

Two Peas in a Pod

Okay, so it was a couple years later that I met Rhiannon.  I had discovered my sexuality, lost a bit of interest in writing, and was finally putting myself out there.  Up to this point I’d been a rather shy kid.  High school really transformed my personality.  It taught me courage, and how to be a comedian.

Then, this annoying kid in French class pressured me to join the Spindles (the Lowell High Show Choir).  You see, they were badly in need of male vocalists.  Male bodies is what they were after really.  I didn’t even have to audition to get in.  I was just expected to show up at the first rehearsal the next year.  Thank god for Rich!

Oddly enough, I’d spent the entire previous year with Rhiannon and didn’t even know it.  She shared that same French class with me.  Of course, she was on the other side of the classroom with her nose in a book 90% of the time.  She got in trouble once or twice for giggling out loud, but the teacher hardly noticed.

Rhiannon was a soprano in the show choir, and I ended up a tenor.  We ended up hitting it off rather quickly, once in the chorus room–to the point where we had to switch seats in order to sit next to each other.  We’d annoyed those between us to the extent that they were more than willing to move aside.

It wasn’t long before I asked Rhiannon to try writing with me.  She was wary, and didn’t jump.  Not that I blame her.  Writing with someone else is a lot of work.  Two egos to contend with, and we both knew mine was strong (still is).

A Pregnant Pause

Later, she went to college.  I tried to go to college, but found the environment wasn’t what I wanted.  Even going to multiple schools.  I just wanted to write, but I still had a hard time finishing anything of great length.

So, what did I do?  I joined the military.  It wasn’t I was half way across the world did I have the determination to pick up the pen and finally finish something.  After I got out of the Marines, in January of 2007, it took me four months to complete the writing of the most melodramatic family drama the world has ever seen.  There was no magic, at least nothing that could be classified as fantasy.  However, I was proud.  The 512 page, 100,000+ word novel was a completed rough draft of an entire book.

Destiny’s Inspiration

Rhiannon, being the GREAT friend she is, was honest about the book.  She hated it.  Even I admit, the thing is so sticky, the pages hardly turn.  It’s hard to believe it was the source for what we have now.  I took a risk, and asked her to write with me again.

Not without hesitation did she accept, but we promised each other not to take the project too seriously.  If it was putting strain on our friendship, it would have to end.  Turns out, it could be the best thing that happened to us.  It’s brought us to a point where we’re co-creating a world that’s always existed under the surface of our lives and it finally seeing the light of day.

I’m very pleased with our work.  And I apologize for not rereading this before posting, but family is arriving and I want to get this up.  Enjoy the video.  I’ll be back tomorrow with more to chat about, no doubt.  Maybe I’ll even tell a Taftkan tale.

Inspired by the “Dashboard” feature on this site

The writing process with Joey is a very new experience for me. I am a control freak, but in this project, I am not the one driving. Instead, I act as the GPS, guiding the ideas he produces and occasionally politely asking him where he thinks he is going and suggesting perhaps he turn around. When he doesn’t take my suggestion or feels very strongly about an idea, I tell him to prove to me it will work, show me on the map where he is going with this. When I do that, he has to explain in very good detail exactly why he wants something to happen a certain way, and I make him show me every angle, throwing in my view here and there. It’s an incredibly invigorating process and has produced ideas that have thoroughly confounded the both of us.

It feels liberating, after so many years of gripping the steering wheel for dear life, to move into the passenger’s seat and chat freely about ideas instead of paying strict attention to the road. For a while I was feeling panicky because I couldn’t see what was coming and I knew much less about the destination than Joey did. But now, even though I occasionally reach up to grip the “oh shit” handle, I’ve accepted my roll as navigator in this insane ride we’re on. Hopefully with practice, I’ll kick my feet up on the dashboard and relax!

But seriously, Joey drives like a maniac. (“Stay?” I ask him, flabbergasted. “You can’t just point to a car and tell them to STAY in Boston, Joey!”)

Through the Swirling Snow

I walked home from work, the pinhead-sized snowflakes swirling around in the wind.  It was nice; the air is quiet when it snows.  Living with the highway yards away from my bedroom window, precipitous moments like this are welcome.

It’s the second week in January and we’re still not done chapter seventeen.  However, we’ve had yet another breakthrough in the plot.  It is as if there are parts to this story, seeds of ideas, that lay low in their fertile soil until it reaches towards the sun and explodes into colorful bursts when we come back to check on it.

Our latest discovery–we can only call them discoveries–has to do with real history.  We’ve always expected our stories to have a layer of factual events surrounding the fantasy, but never did we expect it on this level.  Rhiannon made a joke about Lowell, I thought it was a brilliant idea.  I ran with it and discovered a whole history that nestled itself into our story as if it had been waiting for us.

The richness the story has taken on is incredible … in places it is so true to our lives it’s even frightening.  This novel officially went from “The Novel We Always Wanted to Write” to “Something Better than We Ever Dreamed Of”.  Now, it’s really just a book Rhiannon and I want to READ very much.

Rhiannon was at work last week in the midst of this breakthrough.  Our chatter was incessant with the discoveries we were making.  Things were coming to life.  The day came to a close, she got home and had the strongest desire to keep reading the book she read that day only to realize she hadn’t even taken one with her to work–it was OUR book she wanted to keep on reading.

(Note by Rhiannon: Seriously.  My part in writing the story has been the questioner.  Joey comes up with the ideas and connects them all together.  He hands me partially formed clay and I question and shape it.  For me, it really IS reading while writing.)

In any case, chapter seventeen is now essential to the plot at a higher level and will take some medium-heavy research before we can complete it.  I’ll be finishing the last scene in the chapter this afternoon, then plowing through to the end of the book.

Part of me wants this book to hurry up and be done, but these amazing discoveries and revelations we keep having are way too much fun.  I have a feeling, someday, I might miss this work.  I’m savoring it, now.  I don’t mind the slow progress, because of the product we are churning out.  I can’t wait for this secret to be out, and y’all enjoying what we’ve had a blast and a half writing!

(Lightly edited by Rhiannimated)

Generating Novel Ideas

So you want to write a book.  A lot of us do.  Some of us are born geniuses with a sense of knowing–a destiny–and the story brews inside our youth, blossoming on the page in adulthood.  Ideas and thoughts come easily.  This is true of, maybe, two percent of writers who ever existed.

Some of us can experience the sentiments above.  They may be fleeting, but those moments of pure inspiration hit us all at one point or another.  The muse calls at strange times.

It almost always takes the writer off guard.  Dashing for the paraphernalia of his craft.   Ink stains his skin like obsidian blood the story sucks; as an immortal god, keyboards are crushed under his devastating fingers; tears well in his eyes: a storm he can only ride out to the end.  He is left disheveled and panting–clothes and hair torn asunder–in much need of sleeping and sustenance.

A beautiful image, yes.  An ideal writers life, with moments of writing abandon … a lust that can only be satisfied by telling the story brewing inside.  Then there are those of us who know we want to write.  We may even feel it’s our destiny to write, but we don’t have a CLUE what to write about … or even where to begin to look for ideas.

Making Decisions

There is obvious advice when it comes to writing.  First of all, you need to be a big reader.  If you want to be any sort of writer at all, it is unavoidable.  I expect some of you came to desire writing from a love of books.  If not, let the temptress win you over.  Devour books as if they were your manna from heaven!  Each book, whether fiction or non-fiction, is a lesson in writing.  Those things you like and dislike about a book … those are the things you take with you to your writing.

Some real–hard earned–advice I can give you is strengthening your ability to make decisions.  A writer has to make choices.  Whether it’s his own point of view he’s choosing from, the point of view of his characters or his intended audience, the writer is making choices.

Where To Begin | Your First Choice

You have to begin somewhere.  Say you have NO idea what you want to write about.  The first thing you need to figure out is what you like best about a story.

Is it the characters?  Is it a gripping plot with absolutely no holes?  Is it a setting that is so true to life, it’s as if it is secretly dwelling in the space between the pages?

Start writing up some character descriptions.  One of the first things Rhiannon and I did before starting to write our novel was look up Character Sheet Questionnaires for generating RPG characters, and we answered all the questions about each of our main and important secondary characters.

Write a general outline of a plot you think you’d like.  Take that outline and write a detailed summary of each potential chapter in your new story.  The characters can be nameless, or you can give them temporary names and attributes.  We also did this before we started writing.  A lot of our character information changed between those outlines and what we’re writing now, but–let me tell you–it made getting started a million times easier.

One More Piece of Obvious Advice

Keep a journal of some kind.  Especially if you don’t know where to start.  Even if all you write is the dull ordinary details of what happened that day.  Write something.  The act of putting thoughts to paper is a learning tool in writing.  I wrote about that late last week.  When all else fails, you’re journaling will save you.

It can also provide volumes of inspiration … not to mention fun reading when you’re too old to care. *Waves at self of the future … who’s probably rolling his eyes*

How I’ve Learned to Write

Writing can take a lot of mental power.  For instance, coming up with an idea for a daily blog post.  Most of the time, as the case was today–and many days–it is simply lack of willful focus on the task at hand.  As soon as I sat down with the intention to write, the words sprang from my fingers and into life.

I don’t really have a “secret” as to where I get my inspiration.  I get it form everything, every moment or every day.  I become interested in a story, and a pick up models and character types I’d like to try out.  I see a person walking down the street, muttering into a cell phone–or to themselves–and my mind leaps to fill in the blanks; a story is conceived.

For the longest time, all I had were these notebooks filled with ideas.  None of the stories ever got written, but I was ceaselessly barraged with new and newer ideas.  I even tried to write some of them.  A lot of my past explorations in writing reflect the journey of the past year: when I learned how to write.

The Struggle

First, I get excited by an idea which needs to be repeated and repeated and repeated in my head until I am obsessed with it.  That obsession takes hold of my life and I see some marvelous things come out of it.  Things that never existed before this obsession.  People, events, entire universes … they are both my servants and my dictatorial masters.  It’s a struggle.

This struggle usually happens when I try to put this obsession into words.  Inspiration demands attention, and the mind power needed to create new worlds can not be shared with the focus needed to tempt perfection from my fingers.  Not to mention, the thrilling feelings are hard to come by when trying to recreate something so perfectly formed in my head.

Here and now … in this moment of doubt … when I find myself wondering why I’ve even devoted all this energy to such a silly idea … this is when I know I’m onto something.

The struggle isn’t all that’s needed though.  I knew how to struggle for a long time.  I’d annoy myself with the struggling … never able to finish a story, nor even blog posts!  Almost didn’t finish this one.  Impatience is a writer’s enemy.  No, there was one thing more I didn’t learn until these past two years of writing.

The Flowing of Ink

The most important thing to do at this point in the struggle is write.  Write whatever it is that comes to mind.  Whether it ends up in the final presentation or not: it must be written down!  By this point I’ve worked over this blog three or four times, changing the focus and tampering with the voice.  The struggle is part of the process.  The only way I’ve found to overcome this struggle is to write.

It doesn’t have to be good.  That’s where redrafting comes in.  I learned to write by writing.  When I look at the first few chapters of the novel now (which I do very seldom) I see how my style and my knowledge of the characters has improved.  I also see how the words I began with can be made better, but I will not rework them until the whole of the first draft is finished.  On that endeavor I am resolute.

If there is anyone else out there, stumbling in the dark–but having the time of his/her life–like I am, just keep on writing.  We’ll get there.  Hopefully with as few bumps and bruises as possible.  I know there is much more for me to learn about writing.  I learn more everyday.  I can’t wait until this stage of the writing is over, but I know it will be sorely missed when it is.

On Turning 25

Once a year I try and check in with myself and write all the things I learned the previous year.  On the surface, this year seems to be one of my least productive.  I haven’t moved.  I haven’t changed jobs.  I haven’t even finished writing the novel yet.  It was our intention to have the first draft done by the first of December.  This list of things I meant to do, but didn’t is short.  All were goals I set when I turned 24.

Dreams of Travel

I knew when I started the year that I’d still be in New Hampshire by the end of the year.  I want to travel the world.  I want to live in France and Australia and Alaska.  I want to hike the whole of the Appalachian Trail and the Alps–maybe even look into climbing Everest!  I realize my fatal mistake in seeing these dreams come about was the knowing I had about being in New Hampshire.

Dreams Jobs

As for the job.  I started looking for a new one when I was closing in on my two year mark at the grocery store.  I even started looking again recently.  Neither instance was fruitless, but I realized something, and a solution presented itself.  The job I have is a means to an end.  The only reason I have it is to make money to pay the few bill I have … I hate to impose on my mother’s kindness, but she’ll be rewarded with coming harvest from these books we are writing.

The only “job” I will ever find fully satisfactory is writing.  I’ve rediscovered some old, handwritten, journals, and I’m working at completing them.  True, Rhiannon and I have decided to take a break from writing until the first of the year, but we both think the rest will bring us back with renewed strength.

I’m using the time to rest, read voraciously, do some crafts (I love embroidery), and write some short stories unrelated to Taftka.  I’m living my dream job.  The money will follow.  It always does, and that’s what we’re working towards with the patience of the gods of old … which, I must admit, wasn’t that long, haha!

Dreaming a Novel Finished

It was hard approaching December without a finished draft.  I attempted to use NaNoWriMo to sprint to the end.  Although I wrote a lot in November–and some great stuff at that–the novel still has nine chapters and an appendix before it’s complete.  And the appendix is currently up in the air.

If I learned how to write between 23 years and 24 years, then I learned how to write with a partner between 24 years and 25 years.  Rhiannon and I have learned to talk to each other at levels I’ve never experienced before.  The meshing of our thoughts is uncanny at times.  We’ve learned how to discuss without arguing, and if we DO argue it’s always productive.

We’ve arrived at places in the story planned and they transform in the writing process into something similar, but radically better than the original concept.  The story has really taken on a life of it’s own.  As long as I arrive at the keyboard images flash in my mind, and words flow through my fingers.  I’ve learned to let go of control and let the characters show me what happens.

What I Dream For Sure

The dream of completing and publishing this novel in the next year still stands.  I know once it is finished I will start traveling.  I may not go on any of the grand journey’s I mentioned earlier, but I’ll surely visit my family in Florida.  I’m feeling the pull, and I’d like to feel the heat again.

I dream Rhiannon and I will find the perfect agent.  I have one in mind, and she would be amazing for us.  I have her profile printed and posted on the wall in my room, and she reminds me of my goal.  We capture every facet of what she’s looking for in an author and material.  We also think that our plan to write a series will work in our advantage in getting published.

We’re bringing something different to the game.  We’re bringing everything we are … which is something every author must do, come to think of it.  For now, “I’ll blow my horn ’til someone blows it.”  Here’s to another year for personal transformation and progress towards the goal.  It’s closer that I even know.

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