Because it taught me some things.
Monthly Archives: August 2011
Today in my romp through my archive of posted work, I came upon a story I tried to write a few years ago but it didn’t take off. I got one good chapter and never wrote anymore. It was actually my first attempt at an Alternate Universe story and it was meant to continue around to the lives of all five members. What I got of it was okay. Maybe someday I’ll finish it or give it to someone who could make it work. This snip is from Friday Night Poker Club (fan fiction): A short time later, headlights lit up the living room as Justin pulled into the garage. “That’s my cue, I guess,” said Paul. “Oh, you– you don’t have to go. Justin’s cool.” “I know. I just… I’m beat anyway and I want to get my beauty sleep for tomorrow night,” he said, giving Lance a quick wink of an ocean blue eye. Paul and Justin passed each other on the way out, exchanging pleasantries toward each other. “You look like a teenager, with that slapass grin on your face,” said Justin. “You get some?” “No. But I got a date.” Lance shifted his weight from foot to foot, grinning like a fool. “A date?” asked Justin, whipping around to face Lance. “Like, in public? Like a date, date? A pick you up, take you to dinner, go somewhere romantic and hold hands and kiss so people can beat you up and I have to murder people, date?” “You’re so protective. I learned my lesson the last time. Paul isn’t out. He wants to stay that way. I respect that. We’ll go eat and catch a game at UCF. It’ll be fine. Okay?” Justin’s frown was set like granite. His jaw twitched and his eyes were dark and the vein in his neck throbbed. “Just be careful, alright? I can’t handle another episode like last time. Neither can mom. Just promise you’ll be careful.” “I will be […]
What it all comes down to is that I am impatient. I want people to read it all right now. I’m not much of a tease.
Even worse than someone having something bad to say is no one saying anything at all, especially if you are kind of proud of your private bits.
This was a response to a prompt from the Line by Line prompt community on LiveJournal. These were so useful for great exercises. You get a grouping of words and you have to use them in the piece. The words are: she just couldn’t help herself.
I should keep writing.
Snippet Sunday: Same Time Next Week
Hi folks and fellow writers! It’s another Wednesday, so it’s another day to talk about Writing- where we are with our WIPs and what we’ve discovered during our writing journeys. After a long bout of avoidance and procrastinating on easy stuff and doing everything but working on my novel, I finally pulled out New Project. And ya know what? No wonder I can’t get past my current point. There’s nothing there! Nothing good, anyway. It’s an info/backstory dump. The story starts in the wrong place. Doesn’t go in depth enough. And doesn’t make the reader care a tiny bit. Yesterday I threatened to delete the whole thing. But I’m not going to do that. Instead, I am going to start over, using what I have as a base. I think, though, first I am going to do a synopsis, which is an overview of the book, told in 3-4 pages. If I can’t get my act together enough to write a synopsis, I can’t write this entire story. I really fear that I haven’t thought this out enough. I get to a certain point and think. Well, now what happens? I read books and I see beats of action, information, dialog, everyday events and I think……….where does that come from? How did the author plan that out? If I think about the longest. story. evar, I had an end result in mind. I had certain things that had to happen in order for my end result to make sense. I also had to show a long stretch of time, to build up not only tension, but believability. I couldn’t have my characters fall in love in chapter 3… I just don’t believe it happens that way and I roll my eyes when I see it.
I have no idea why I named it that, except the decision that my female MC, Gabby, needs to make is such a no brainer. Duh. Here’s a snippet from that story, which will be posted in its entirety at the fanfiction archive and my personal archive. “Your mom, she’s okay?” “More than okay. It was just me and her for a long time, you know? She put herself through nursing school, put me through school. She made it work.” “She must have given you your spunk.” “If that’s what you want to call it, yeah. I’m proud of her. When I graduated, she went back for another degree. And then she married one of her doctors, so…” Gabby stopped to laugh. A knowing smile broke across his face. He nodded. “So she’s doing just fine, huh?” “Just fine,” she said, nodding back. “So your… stepdad? Is he a good guy?” “He’s the best thing to ever happen to her. He’s why she’s always after me to date and meet new guys. She wants me to be as happy as she is.” Gabby snorted a laugh. Like she could subscribe to the fairytale her mother tried to plant in her head. “You sound like you don’t think that’s possible. People find love everywhere. Anywhere. You never know.” Even on the Sunset Strip. Wait. What? Et Voila. I hope you’ll read the rest later on today!
I don’t have much of an update for Writing Wednesday so I decided to do a meme. It turned out to be kind of fun. I feel like I would learn so much from other writers just by reading their answers. I stole this from here. THANKS! What’s your favourite genre of writing? – I write adult fiction, some erotic romance, some fanfiction. How often do you get writer’s block? – SIGH. Quite often. I don’t know that it’s Writer’s Block per se, but I get to where I want to write but I don’t have any story ideas. And then once I get a story idea and try to work it out in my head, I convince myself that it’s stupid and it doesn’t get written. Most if it is that I really expect a lot of myself, knowing full well I will not live up to the expectation, so I see myself trying and shake my head at myself. How do you fix it? – Time. Reading. Force. Sometimes making myself do a couple of prompts breaks something.