Archive for November, 2011

Just Rambling

Darn, I know I should have copied what I wrote before I pressed publish.  Or I should have pressed ‘Save Draft’.  No, that wouldn’t have worked.  My Internet connection disappeared on me and there went all I wrote and, of course, it was absolutely brilliant.  Hah, Just kidding.  Still, I am rather upset.

I didn’t blog last week because we didn’t have many meetings, so I didn’t go to the library.  If I can get home early enough I work on my (internet less) computer at home and I am trying to finish my, rather Pawnee Kitty’s, travelogue to Morocco.  I want to have it ready by Christmas.  There’s still some pages to read through, pictures to crop and put in order, and assemble it all together to be uploaded to blurb.com.  I hope I make it in time.  I have 47 pages, and about fifty pictures.  I guess it might end up to be 150 pages.  I think my mom will like it.

On the other writing fronts, I’m chugging along.  The story in my notebook is coming along and even though I’m on holiday today I managed to write a page.  My netbook story is going slower.  The games are distracting me.  I did finish one story, it’s a rough, rough draft and a character entered near the end I wished would have appeared earlier.  I’ll have to see how I wrangle it later on.

That’s all.  I shall highlight and copy all this now so if it goes away I can just paste it back.


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Disjointed Writing

I finished a YA story and launched into a new one, the next in the series. I’d gotten an idea for it while writing the last one. Even though I had a good idea, it was slow going especially since the day after I started I went to a convention and it was a week before I could return to it. That kind of made me lose momentum. Since I write in the mornings before I go to work (30 min) and after dinner (for as long as I can last), it wasn’t progressing as fast as I wanted and ideas kept popping in my head for things to happen later on in the story, things I didn’t want to forget.

As in interjection here, I want to go back to a few years ago when I was in writer’s group. One of the members said he wrote bits and pieces of his story and then spliced them together later. He wrote the exciting scenes first. I had to admit that did intrigue me.

Back to now. I’d had gotten an idea for my story in the middle of the night. Sometimes I forget things by morning, but I don’t want to get up and write anything down because the chances are I won’t get to sleep again and I do need my rest. I don’t get enough as it is.

In the morning, I settled back to writing, but the piece I’d thought about at night, which I thankfully remembered, didn’t fit where I was at. So, when I had few spare minutes at work, I quickly wrote it up. I’ve done that several times now and have several snippets waiting to be inserted. It does worry me that I’ll leave the ‘boring’ bits, the pieces that join segments together for when I work at home, but I don’t think that’ll happen. I’ll have to wait and see what happens. A plus, though, is that writing this way is helping me outline my story better and I’m more focused on the story. Again, I’ll have to wait and see how things work out.

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I can’t really say when I started fixating on dystopias. Maybe it came from when (and I’m going to date myself) we had a nuclear bomb drill in elementary school. We only had the one that I can recall. We hunkered under our desks and waited for our imminent doom. At that time I was more afraid of the vice principal then a nuclear warhead exploding above my head.

Or maybe it came after I learned about pollution. Before fourth grade, I wandered through life blissfully unaware of the dangers of pollution. Then, bam, in one fatal swoop, my teacher put this huge fear in me. I was so traumatized that I tried to wipe the concept from my mind.

Or maybe it came from too much exposure to science fiction books, movies, and television. Star Trek. Planet of the Apes. Daybreak 2250 AD by Andre Norton.

Or, most probably, it’s all of the above. The future fascinates me. It’s a whole lot of ‘what if’s. What if there’s a plague? What if a meteor hits? What if there’s a nuclear explosion? And there’s the ‘what happened next?’ That’s the part I write about. How do we survive? How do we feel? What do we do?

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