I vowed after translating the majority of my last novel out of notebooks, journals, napkins, and scraps of paper, I’d never hand write another book. I struggled, at times, to decipher sloppy cursive passages I’d scribbled at the end of a long work day. After translating most of it and learning the joys of trying not to self-edit as I type (something I’ve already done a million and one times to this simple blog post) I felt comfortable writing at length on my laptop. Hearing the clack of the keys as my fingers flew in an attempt to capture all of my wild thoughts became a simple pleasure. A night cap, if you will.
So, why am I drawn to start almost every new project by committing pen to paper? I’m back in the same tortuous loop of decryption! It’s laborious. It almost feels like a waste of writing time. But is it? The muses seem to strike best when I’m conversing with my characters and letting their dialogue flow across the page, as though I’m their therapist taking notes while they speak to me from whatever seat happens to be in the room. I don’t go back and self-edit, it’s more stream of consciousness writing. In some small way, the same feeling I get from my fingers tapping on keys, I get from keeping my cursive skills alive on the page.
I know I’ll be cursing in a couple of days or weeks when I start my conversion to the computer. Hand writing anything seems so analog today in the digital world. Maybe it’ll be a nice keepsake down the road, the scraps of writing from a crazed mind. And maybe it’ll be fuel for a backyard fire. Either way, as the ink flows, the hope is the words will too, and then the click of the keys will sound. All things which equal a happy writer.
I’ll admit it, I’ve been through a writing dry spell lately. At least, novel writing. I still get the same old clips and phrases and prose, which tend to roll out of me when I’ve been inspired by a song or visual stimulation. (Have I mentioned before I have a love of landscape photography?) I have started more than 2 novels and have a notebook full of ideas for more novels. So, why then can’t I settle on one idea? There are numerous excuses I could post here, including many which would explain my blogging hiatus. But, at the end of the day, it’s just that I have not cracked my knuckles and felt the keys fly under my fingers as I get a solid idea put on screen.
It’s been a year since I finished my first novel. A book which took me 5+ years to pluck from the depths of my dreams and believe it was worth telling. My goal was to complete it by the time I turned 35, the bonus would be if I could find representation and/or a publisher to start the ball rolling on getting it out there to readers. 35 is right around the corner… I’ve finished and I had Sunday Submissions set aside and somehow, I submitted to Sunday and the craziness of life. Time to whip myself back into writer shape. It’s time to really focus and get this going because this dream isn’t going to just come on a fluffy pillow presented by some footman from the days of old. Nope, this is an elusive one I’ve got to chase down. The chase is on, my friends.
I find this one to be very appropriate today. My notes and writings may be a jumbled mess but at least I’m going. I’ve worried going back to work would stifle my creativity and ruin my writing time. I’ll admit I’m pretty tired most nights but I can feel an inking of the writing gene kicking back in. So, slowly but surely, the next story will come. I had planned for it to be the next book in my series, however, I think this crazy bird story idea is calling my name.
Dead birds. Three dead birds to be exact. They’re stirring up trouble. They’re my latest gift from the muses. More to come as it’s revealed.
It’s been a long Monday and the first Monday in a while where I felt like I dragged through most of the day. There was the tiny part where I was hoping my venti coffee would help me out but it only managed to give me a caffeine buzz and then a really big sleepy feeling. I’m trying to find time to do a little writing here and there, not to mention I’m still working on the query process. I’m hoping my new addiction to podcasts help me out. I’ve started listening to Tanis and I’m hooked again. Both Tanis and The Black Tapes have me wondering about writing a new scary project. Which is strange because I hate scary movies and anything which truly creeps me out. But at least they’ve got me thinking about writing! Have a great week, everyone!
I know I’m just catching up on my podcast listening, my list is quite lengthy. I loved listening to Serial and both seasons they’ve produced, I’ve tried a few other true crime/mystery podcasts as well. My new favorite right now is The Black Tapes. I thought I could just use it as background filler while I work, but I am totally sucked in now. I just started Season 2 and while I want to binge listen I’m already dreading the upcoming season finale!