“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” – Benjamin Franklin
I’ve been away, but I’ve been busy. The last however many weeks have been productive. I’ve immersed myself in notes, planning, scribbling in notebooks, plotting in Snowflake, and brainstorming with my writing partner AKA The Husband. We’ve been mapping out our first novel (let’s just call it “A Life of Rain” because I’ve spent a lot of time in the past dealing with tears and writer’s block), and while I won’t share of the story, I can tell you that it is filled with mystery, darkness, horror, religion, romance, and more.
So what have we been doing, exactly?
Honestly, this all stemmed from the map to the left. I was doodling one day, and I found that I created a really cook map of what seemed to be a really cool world. But I had no idea why, or what it was, or what to do with it. We joked about it and began creating little stories about this map. Our daughter even joined in for a while.
Then, late that night, I began writing in names of territories and making mountains and boundaries and seas. The next day, I sat down with my husband and together we created an entire world, that we’ll call Hole. Continue reading “Write something worth reading”
Earnest Hemingway once said (or maybe wrote) that “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” And that’s the truth!
Writing is the art of pouring out personal truths. It’s revealing things to yourself and eventually to others that can leave you feeling exposed and vulnerable. At times, that vulnerability is scary and for me, it’s almost debilitating. In fact, in college I had a professor tell me that the moment I open myself up on paper is the moment I will find my true voice. I’ve placed that in the far corners of my mind and have tried hard to write the things that make me feel good superficially.
And that is the problem.
I often run out of ideas. I lose interest in my stories, and sometimes my characters are very empty. They are missing life and lack viable experience. But I want to remove any trace of myself from my writing so that I can escape. Continue reading “Writing Out the Ideas”
I struggle with consistency in almost everything I do, but especially when it comes to writing. I fight myself even when I am close to exposing my authentic voice. When I feel like I am at the top of my game, I knock myself down again and again. It’s in part why I love being behind the scenes. And why I prefer to help other writers hone their craft.
The thing is, the behind the scenes work has left me feeling empty and longing for my literary caterpillar to become a beautiful butterfly of wordsmithing. There was a time when I wrote like it was going to save the world. I still have my journals filled with the worst poetry to ever be inked. I would rush home from the hellish days of school to recant my days in cuss word laced prose. I remember feeling free after. Feeling as if I had immortalized my experiences for future use. Continue reading “Consistency”
He has entered me.
There was no wooing. No sweet whispers
floating down into the warmth of me.
Art has been ignored and need has won.
I have consumed him.
Some thoughts that I shared via Facebook:
“New drinking game: every time Anastasia “flushes” take a sip! You’ll be trashed by page 20. #50shadesofoyvey”
“My inner goddess wants to beat the crap out of Anastasia’s.”
I am offended that this is even called Erotica…
NO MORE FOR ME!