Not much to say...
August 11th 2011 02:48
As often happens when I am content, I havnt got much to say. Ideas for blog posts go swirling around my head, but as usual I cant choose one to develop so they stay on my mental shelf.
The good news is, Ive been writing. My new glasses are so incredibly strong, I cant look at anything except the screen while Ive got them on. That, and a free word program (THANKYOU, ABIWORD!!) have contributed to me banging out a few pages last weekend. It was just a little scene, very dark, which as it happens is actually a part of the savage princess - Book six or seven I believe.
The reason I have written excerpts up here is because thats how they come to me. A certain scene, an emotional link and some details. A scene that I feel Im living in - even though Im just watching from the shadows, Im truly there - and I start writing it down and then I see quite clearly exactly how it fits in with everything else. This series of books is not a set of stories to me, its a giant puzzle. Thats the part thats always frustrated me, because I want to write it, I want to get something FINISHED so I can start getting up the courage to send it out for its first load of rejections. However, when I try to start at any significant point and navigate onward to the ending, the words stall, the scenes stop coming. I seem to be constantly working on it, the history of Goldenstone, that needs to be written (or at least certain details worked out) before I can start any book, the mechanics of Poisons war, the relationships between the characters, the harsh lives of the Wolfen tribe, the size of the continents and more and more and more different races living on them....Its like the backbeat to everything I do.
I felt better, once, when Kman told me that lord of the rings took Tolkkien his whole life.....I wonder if it came like this, in puzzle pieces that were so perfect, so haunting and enrapturing, yet refused to be put together in coherant sense.
I reminded myself - quite sharply - of my love of the short story. Just bang out some little crackers, for fun. I started a few little things. I need to build up sufficient momentum to finish them. We'll see how that goes.
Im having fun organising dinners but my creativity in the kitchen has slowed down. Im no longer inventing things.
I want to draw, but as usual, Im too lazy. Im in sore need of a little self discipline, not just in my creative areas but in exercise....I really do want to get fit again, but finding the discipline is so difficult. Im just so happy Im no longer pregnant, eating all the 'naughty' things, having so much strength and stamina, that getting fit doesnt seem so important.
However, the money is running out, and my return to work is immenant. Tonight, Im going to talk to the boss about my return hours. Im not unhappy about it, not really, but its typical that just when I find my groove I have to leave it.
Dont you ever fantasize about your dollarmite account? The one you started with $1 in kindergarten? Dont you imagine thats its accumulated every year and now you have a few grand sitting there in the bank just waiting to be claimed?
The good news is, Ive been writing. My new glasses are so incredibly strong, I cant look at anything except the screen while Ive got them on. That, and a free word program (THANKYOU, ABIWORD!!) have contributed to me banging out a few pages last weekend. It was just a little scene, very dark, which as it happens is actually a part of the savage princess - Book six or seven I believe.
The reason I have written excerpts up here is because thats how they come to me. A certain scene, an emotional link and some details. A scene that I feel Im living in - even though Im just watching from the shadows, Im truly there - and I start writing it down and then I see quite clearly exactly how it fits in with everything else. This series of books is not a set of stories to me, its a giant puzzle. Thats the part thats always frustrated me, because I want to write it, I want to get something FINISHED so I can start getting up the courage to send it out for its first load of rejections. However, when I try to start at any significant point and navigate onward to the ending, the words stall, the scenes stop coming. I seem to be constantly working on it, the history of Goldenstone, that needs to be written (or at least certain details worked out) before I can start any book, the mechanics of Poisons war, the relationships between the characters, the harsh lives of the Wolfen tribe, the size of the continents and more and more and more different races living on them....Its like the backbeat to everything I do.
I felt better, once, when Kman told me that lord of the rings took Tolkkien his whole life.....I wonder if it came like this, in puzzle pieces that were so perfect, so haunting and enrapturing, yet refused to be put together in coherant sense.
I reminded myself - quite sharply - of my love of the short story. Just bang out some little crackers, for fun. I started a few little things. I need to build up sufficient momentum to finish them. We'll see how that goes.
Im having fun organising dinners but my creativity in the kitchen has slowed down. Im no longer inventing things.
I want to draw, but as usual, Im too lazy. Im in sore need of a little self discipline, not just in my creative areas but in exercise....I really do want to get fit again, but finding the discipline is so difficult. Im just so happy Im no longer pregnant, eating all the 'naughty' things, having so much strength and stamina, that getting fit doesnt seem so important.
However, the money is running out, and my return to work is immenant. Tonight, Im going to talk to the boss about my return hours. Im not unhappy about it, not really, but its typical that just when I find my groove I have to leave it.
Dont you ever fantasize about your dollarmite account? The one you started with $1 in kindergarten? Dont you imagine thats its accumulated every year and now you have a few grand sitting there in the bank just waiting to be claimed?
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