Hello blog, I know it’s been a while, but I’m still here, doing this and that, writing here and there and other stuff. I wanted to document some thoughts:
One, I’m learning and processing so much from the Creative Writing class lately, that I could be found either doing chores like scrubbing tubs or laundry or sitting on my couch, drinking tea, drooling, and staring into space. All of which have something to do with processing new all this new information.
There are multiple aha moments and enlightenments that I’ve had and wish to apply to the story I’m writing. I’d began the class, feeling proud to come into it with a nearly completed draft.
And now? I’ve been humbled and the draft has been significantly transformed. But, that’s okay, I want to write something good. I want my efforts to lead me in a producing a work that is more creatively readable.
That is all.
~Peace to all.
I didn’t write today, and it’s okay…the world won’t end, no one is taking grades today. Relax, pull down your shoulders and breathe…
Yes, I’m talking to myself and anyone else who has high standards for themselves like I do.
No, I didn’t write, but I did do a “brain-cleanse” of sorts. I thought a whole lot about the world at large, my kids, and other random stuff. Sometimes that’s what I need especially after an especially heavy brain-load of information.
I had writing class last night and so today, I decided to put my energy into cleaning the bathroom tiles. How does that dark stuff accumulate in between the tiles? It’s so annoying! Anyway, manual labor like that helps me process thoughts, the news of the world and the details of my small life.
I’m coming close to finishing another draft. That’s what I’ve decided to call it. A draft and it’s liberating to call it what it is. It’s not a complete book. Simon and Schuster isn’t knocking at my door just yet. But, it’s a goal completed, and that is an (or will be) accomplishment.
How am I doing? I’m great! I edited a blog for someone, started laundry and intend to finish my story before the frantic-ness of the holidays begins. I may not finish the latter in one day, but I vow to complete at least one chapter per day until frantic day-1.
That is the goal anyway.
Here’s what I’ve further learned thus far from my writing class:
- Just because the story is a good story doesn’t mean it’s a story that is ready to be a story until it’s a story.
- An author alone carries a magic wand in his own world. Rules guide her, but by no means, define her.
- A well-read book is a book that read’s well.
- Just freakin’ get the story down, forget all the other details that you’ll end up paying someone else down the line to do.
- Let loose! rap, car-dance, karaoke or sprint until you fall, in real life and in your writing.
That is all for today.
I think just saying that I was stuck unstuck me, or I just woke up with a fresh attitude. It doesn’t matter because I’ve created a somewhat schedule for myself and I’m going to attempt to do my job. That is, be a writer.
Yes, it’s time to pull out the novel and at least work on editing the first chapter. I won’t do it all day long, just a bit. Let’s see how that goes. My orchid bloomed and I’m going to take it as a sign of new birth, new beginnings, the sign of new things to come. Wanna see it? Go here. This is the plants second set of “children” and I did love those other blooms, but this one’s a beaut!