Writing Blues

Okay, so three months are nearly up (that's the length of time I originally gave myself to find out if I could really write or not) and its evaluation-time for me. So far, I've written around 21K for an aborted version of Harper and another 23K for Harper Reloaded. The thing is, after my so-called epiphany, I rushed blindly into the story again and though I came up with much more action and originality than I thought I was capable of, things sort of started to fizzle out about the end of Chapter 4...meaning I started running out of ideas - sounds familiar to me because that's exactly what happened with Harper version 1 before I decided to drop it and start over.

On Lucid Dreaming and Story Writing

I'm one of those people who often remember their dreams, sometimes vividly and sometimes even years after. I'm not sure if I know that I'm dreaming while you know, I'm in the dream. But all I know is that, in some of those dreams, somewhere in the back of my mind I know that anything is possible and I actually attempt to control the situation. I'm not sure if I can call myself a lucid dreamer (think Inception, but not on that scale).

Four Weeks Into It - Writing Issues

Dear Diary,

I'm drowning. It's been four weeks since I've been laboring over a YA that I started ages back. And I want to throw something or someone from a bridge. Okay, not literally. Not a diary person.

Bye Diary

Anyway, I've been working on my first novel for the last month and I'm neck deep in a boat of trouble. All I've got so far is a prologue and four chapters (about 21K words) of a fantasy YA. And I'm stuck. Because I don't have a plan. That's right, I don't and I'm reading up on stuff and doing some research so I can save the damn story.

A Little Something I Wrote

This is a little something I wrote a while back. Sometimes I write scenes that I just know will never make their way into my stories. This is one of them. (Note: It's supposed to be a flashback moment into a character's childhood, so I've kept the language as simple as possible.)

I’d met Hallow and Megan in kindergarten. My mind traveled back to that day. I’d been sitting quietly in a corner of the yard, playing all by myself with a rag doll.

The Risky Business Of Writing

About three weeks ago, I ditched my cubicle job in a global company to try and write full-time. Probably suicidal career-wise, I'll give you that. But, I have to know if I can do right by my obsessive need to write those stories that keep running around on their overactive little feet in my head.