- My e-book which is a compilation of April A to Z 2014 posts is in final edits. Yes, it’s been slow-going but my inner critic was really opinionated and it took a lot to quiet it down. Every post that I edited, my inner critic kept saying “This is utter crap! You shouldn’t be publishing this at all!” Whenever that happened, I had to put the draft down and write something else. Finally though, there’s light at the end of the editing tunnel and tentatively, this compilation of letters will be titled “Incoherent when Intoxicated: Letters to my Younger Self” 🙂
- I’ve been experiencing Writer’s Cement, a more advanced version, I am told, of Writer’s Block so there’s been no new words of significance (and non-significance) for many, many, many weeks 😦
- I did the online writing course, F2K in September, for about 3 weeks then dropped out mainly because my classmates started disappearing until I was left alone in the class. I disliked dropping out but the spirit was not there at all and this was my fourth go at this course that has given me so much in the past but oh, well.
- I’ll be doing NaNoWriMo
- My Manang story is on-hold for the moment and I’m back to writing about my two years in A-Levels. I’ve decided to employ flashbacks to tell the story. But knowing me, I’ll most likely switch between the two stories thereby leaving me utterly confused with sticky notes covering every surface that hasn’t already been covered with sticky notes or my crochet or the cats that I live with ;P
Phew! Managed to catch up on my WC for my NaNovel. The catch-up session allowed me to expand a little bit more on Jess’ hobbies – running, which isn’t a hobby actually but a necessary evil for her (like it is for me) due to her paranoia. Descriptions of where Jess lives is also now in the story. And while I did that, I gave Jess a room-mate.
Some key scenes are still missing – a major confrontation between Jess and her sister, Cass. And also the big reveal at the end which came to me in a dream.
All in all – a YAY day 🙂
I’m in a writer’s slump.
The scenes are in my head but somehow when I sit down to write them, they evaporate. The words I’ve managed to get out of me these past two days were forced words. I look back at them and go UGH! And with this UGH! my inner critic shows itself.
My inner critic – as I’ve discovered several years ago during a writing class – is a multiple-headed, fire-breathing hydra. Huge and fairly difficult to defeat once it rears its head. Or heads in this case.
With my inner critic ever-present, my story refuses to unfold, preferring to stay indoors instead of revealing itself. Which leaves me with nothing – or very little – to write.
I’m hoping that with Day 9 which is supposed to be an all-day writing marathon, that I can get back on track with Jess’ and Colin’s story. Actually, I was thinking that Jess may not be Jess any longer, but Halia.
YAY! I broke the 10K barrier! Where’s the champagne?
Truly, I’m always amazed when I manage to hit 10K of a story. The same story. I realise now that with my attention span, I’m better at short fiction. I focus on that one short story, edit it to death and send it out into the world. Writing a full-length novel may not – to be brutally honest with myself – be my cup of tea.
It could just be that a novel-length story has not yet entered my life and it’s only vignettes or flash fiction or scenes.
But whatever format my writing takes, my takeaway is this – at least I’m writing.
Oh, and before I forget: Today’s pep talk from Catherynne Valente was awesome! My favourite part –
Write something true. Write something frightening. Write something close to the bone. You are on this planet to tell the story of what you saw here. What you heard. What you felt. What you learned. Any effort spent in that pursuit cannot be wasted. Any way that you can tell that story more truly, more vividly, more you-ly, is the right way.
Was editing an old flash fiction for possible submission to anywhere that will accept it so wordage for my NaNovel was underwhelming. However, I did do LOADS of non-fiction writing in the form of summary reports for my pseudo-job. BLEURGH!
I did write a sort-of romantic scene between Jess and Colin. However, the romance happened while they were being held prisoner. The morning after – which is still in my head and not on screen – will prove to be semi-traumatic for Jess so I think before I write THAT scene, I’ll have to make sure it’s on a weekend and that I have sufficient supply of alcohol and tissues (See Diane Keaton in Something’s Gotta Give)
I hate writing sad scenes. The keyboard gets all blurry.
Still slightly under the recommended WC at the end of Day 3 but today was a fairly good writing day for me because I churned out a new scene which involved the protagonist discovering a little bit more of her abilities.
It was bittersweet writing the unplanned scene though because it came about after watching my 10-year old dog struggling to walk and dragging his feet around the yard. Yet through it all, he still had a smile on his face and came when I called.
And that’s how Jessana has a dog named Milo.
Only 1.5K words today.
And even then, those words are recycled. Not new.
I try not to despair and assure myself that tomorrow the words will flow.
All this while I listen to OneRepublic’s Counting Stars, as my hair winds itself around hot curlers.
22 days till NaNo2013. Already. That was quick.
I’m just beginning to figure out what I’m going to be writing about this year – Jessana’s story. I had more time to sort of figure out some elements of her story when I was doing F2K and she’s itching to go. I need to do this outlining thing right though before I begin.
A fellow NaNo-er who has her act more together than I do already has her outline done and also a 2500 word synopsis. My reaction is “EEEEPP!”
Time to get to work.
Update: I wrote an itsy-bitsy synopsis to get the ball rolling before I outlined my WIP:
“Jessana’s dead grandfather reappeared in her living room with a command that shatters her attempt at living the normal life she craves. She’s the next Manang, whether she wants to be or not because someone else wants all that power: her little sister.”
Next. A mood-altering playlist as per Maggie Stiefvater.
By the end, I was so drained of words, mildly hated my laptop and missed my bed.
Would I do NaNo again?
Despite the crazy times, this year, the NaNo experience felt more fulfilling because I had a plan (which I didn’t entirely stick to by week 2 but having a plan gave me a certain comfort level) and I had writing buddies and we checked in and encouraged one another periodically.
I’m still kind of basking in the NaNo-afterglow and I keep opening my NaNovel just to remind myself of the wordcount I’d achieved – 50414…50414…WOW.
If this is not evidence that I have words, stories in me…I don’t know what else is.