I'm going to try and get back into posting for this thing.
In my head, Yoda is yelling "do or do not." Yoda's kind of a dick. Unless that was Mister Miyagi. Shit, I can't remember.
Great, now I've got a short green guy in a kimono dancing around a car he's raising with the power of his mi-er the force, yelling at me and plucking flies out of the air with a pair of chopsticks. Not that Mister Miyagi (or Yoda for that matter) ever wore a kimono in either movie. My head just likes to run with things. I guess my head can be kind of a dick too. Way to go dickhead.
Oh man, this blog is totally not gonna be safe for work or children. Or people with aversions to Yoda in a kimono acting like a dick.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Looking Back, Looking Forward
Sooo, this is awkward. Haven't seen you around for a while. Where ya been?
Oh, you know, 'round. Busy.
:)
Anyways, 2009 was an interesting year on many fronts, not the least of which was writing. I'm not going to miss 2009 as some great year by which all others shall be measured though. I do have strong hopes for 2010 cuz it's poised to be a good one, but I am glad to be done with 2009.
I'm not a New Year's resolutions kind of person as I firmly believe and practice revising myself throughout the year, but I do find the turning of the year to be a time of extra analysis and thought. So, with that in mind, some of my plans for the new year...
Swear more. Really. The world needs more creative swearing.
Ahem.
Get back on the exercising track.
Eating habits slid horribly before holiday food kicked in, but holiday food definitely helped it slide farther towards terribad. So, back to my boring, strict eating style of -mostly- healthy.
Finish a fucking piece of writing. Yes. Yes I will do this, this year.
Learn to make that bitch of an inner editor shut up even further. I will ply that bitch with Valium or sedatives or whatever it takes for her to chill the fuck out while I'm trying to get shit down on paper.
Figure out how best to cajole muse out of hole she seems to prefer to live in. Jesus woman, there's light up here and fun and games and...and... oh fuck it just keep me company already will ya? I promise you a real vacation with sunshine and a beach and everything if you just come play with me this year.
Lay off the how to get published blogs until I am, you know, actually ready to be published. I really don't need to fill my head up with negative platitudes about how hard it is to get published. I understand it's similar to wining the lottery. I don't need to dwell on this fact, thank you. Instead I will concentrate on staying mostly sane and writing something worthy of being in print, then I will call upon the publishing and agent faeries to come whisk my darling words away to the magical land of print and hefty advances.
Dream more.
Things I accomplished in 2009:
Learned more about my writing style, creative process and patterns and pitfalls I'm especially prone to.
Eased up ever so slightly on inner editor while getting first drafts down.
Learned to be a more positive person so that, you know, the good things I want could actually happen instead of getting stopped at the door by the bouncer of absolute pessimism. He's a huge fucker and he wields a mean bat of negation.
Learned how to open the Idea Door up. It was wielded shut before you see. Stupid glass doors as strong as steel with mocking faces on the other side. I BEAT YOU! YU R HALF DOAR NAO.
Oh hells, this post was supposed to contain my musings on my creative process. It is very long now though. So, uh, maybe next post in 6 months time yes?
Oh, you know, 'round. Busy.
:)
Anyways, 2009 was an interesting year on many fronts, not the least of which was writing. I'm not going to miss 2009 as some great year by which all others shall be measured though. I do have strong hopes for 2010 cuz it's poised to be a good one, but I am glad to be done with 2009.
I'm not a New Year's resolutions kind of person as I firmly believe and practice revising myself throughout the year, but I do find the turning of the year to be a time of extra analysis and thought. So, with that in mind, some of my plans for the new year...
Swear more. Really. The world needs more creative swearing.
Ahem.
Get back on the exercising track.
Eating habits slid horribly before holiday food kicked in, but holiday food definitely helped it slide farther towards terribad. So, back to my boring, strict eating style of -mostly- healthy.
Finish a fucking piece of writing. Yes. Yes I will do this, this year.
Learn to make that bitch of an inner editor shut up even further. I will ply that bitch with Valium or sedatives or whatever it takes for her to chill the fuck out while I'm trying to get shit down on paper.
Figure out how best to cajole muse out of hole she seems to prefer to live in. Jesus woman, there's light up here and fun and games and...and... oh fuck it just keep me company already will ya? I promise you a real vacation with sunshine and a beach and everything if you just come play with me this year.
Lay off the how to get published blogs until I am, you know, actually ready to be published. I really don't need to fill my head up with negative platitudes about how hard it is to get published. I understand it's similar to wining the lottery. I don't need to dwell on this fact, thank you. Instead I will concentrate on staying mostly sane and writing something worthy of being in print, then I will call upon the publishing and agent faeries to come whisk my darling words away to the magical land of print and hefty advances.
Dream more.
Things I accomplished in 2009:
Learned more about my writing style, creative process and patterns and pitfalls I'm especially prone to.
Eased up ever so slightly on inner editor while getting first drafts down.
Learned to be a more positive person so that, you know, the good things I want could actually happen instead of getting stopped at the door by the bouncer of absolute pessimism. He's a huge fucker and he wields a mean bat of negation.
Learned how to open the Idea Door up. It was wielded shut before you see. Stupid glass doors as strong as steel with mocking faces on the other side. I BEAT YOU! YU R HALF DOAR NAO.
Oh hells, this post was supposed to contain my musings on my creative process. It is very long now though. So, uh, maybe next post in 6 months time yes?
Monday, July 6, 2009
Gutting, I Don't Wanna
I do not want to gut 13,000 words. It's all I have. I like them. They're nice words. They never did no harm to no one.
Also, I appear to have a problem with plotting. Not the overall plot, that's usually ok. It's the breaking it down, pacing it out bits where... yeaaaaa, things tend to go not so good.
I've written myself into a corner I'm fairly unsure how to get out of. I do not want to go back and gut half my word count. Getting it was like pulling teeth.
I did some math, writing has been not fun for over a year now. Well over a year now.
Also, also, I think I finally have to come to terms with the fact that I am a shitty blog updater. It's always all or nothing. Either I'm blogging everyday, or weeks and months will go by with not a word. Maybe some day (preferably before I'm published) I'll learn how to find some sort of happy medium between the two extremes, because the current pattern won't work for a fan base. I hear those are pretty nifty-keen. I think it's because when I post regularly (really regularly) I worry things are either too boring, or too full of bitching about writing. I think I remember when it made me happy?
The other reason I'm a bad blogger is because I hate posting something, then revising it 15 times after. Because I'm that person. I loathe writing something and having to hand it in or let people view it immediately after. I like to let things sit so I can go over them again and fix the 50 million errors or shitty wording I usually find the next day.
One day I will learn to plot/pace better. One day writing will be fun again and not this repeated head meet stone thing it currently is. One day I will learn how to blog on a semi-regular basis.
Also, I appear to have a problem with plotting. Not the overall plot, that's usually ok. It's the breaking it down, pacing it out bits where... yeaaaaa, things tend to go not so good.
I've written myself into a corner I'm fairly unsure how to get out of. I do not want to go back and gut half my word count. Getting it was like pulling teeth.
I did some math, writing has been not fun for over a year now. Well over a year now.
Also, also, I think I finally have to come to terms with the fact that I am a shitty blog updater. It's always all or nothing. Either I'm blogging everyday, or weeks and months will go by with not a word. Maybe some day (preferably before I'm published) I'll learn how to find some sort of happy medium between the two extremes, because the current pattern won't work for a fan base. I hear those are pretty nifty-keen. I think it's because when I post regularly (really regularly) I worry things are either too boring, or too full of bitching about writing. I think I remember when it made me happy?
The other reason I'm a bad blogger is because I hate posting something, then revising it 15 times after. Because I'm that person. I loathe writing something and having to hand it in or let people view it immediately after. I like to let things sit so I can go over them again and fix the 50 million errors or shitty wording I usually find the next day.
One day I will learn to plot/pace better. One day writing will be fun again and not this repeated head meet stone thing it currently is. One day I will learn how to blog on a semi-regular basis.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Quick post here
up to about 11,000 words and more back story/ character fleshing out stuff that will likely never make it into the story, but is important for me to know.
Busy, busy. Not much else to say.
Busy, busy. Not much else to say.
Monday, May 4, 2009
And we're back again.
Yay problems. Yay.... yay.
:(
Word count on new story is up to 9,100. Not bad for someone who has been without computer for several days.
Bed soon. Big day had.
:(
Word count on new story is up to 9,100. Not bad for someone who has been without computer for several days.
Bed soon. Big day had.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
No New Words :(
The last few days have consisted of nothing, but running around putting out fires. All I've wanted to do is tuck myself away and write. So far it has been denied me.
Actually that's not fair. I did one good thing. I had a lovely time lunching with a friend I haven't seen in a while. Everything else has been fire extinguishing.
I'm hoping I can haz word count tomorrow, even if it is Sunday. And some rest, because I am tired. Tired of putting out fires.
Also, I want a fancy schmancy word counter, but there's no point since I have no idea how long my story will be. I supposed I could stick some arbitrary number in there. hehehe maybe I should make it the exact same as my word count for the night. ;P
Actually that's not fair. I did one good thing. I had a lovely time lunching with a friend I haven't seen in a while. Everything else has been fire extinguishing.
I'm hoping I can haz word count tomorrow, even if it is Sunday. And some rest, because I am tired. Tired of putting out fires.
Also, I want a fancy schmancy word counter, but there's no point since I have no idea how long my story will be. I supposed I could stick some arbitrary number in there. hehehe maybe I should make it the exact same as my word count for the night. ;P