writing

FWIS: inspiration

FWIS (from where i stand) is a monthly feature i’m doing with jessica corra and bria quinlan. all three of us are YA writers in different places in our journeys. (check out their links for this month’s FWIS from their points of view.)

today’s topic: inspiration

muses. light bulbs. facts. fiction. imagination. voices in your head. characters taking over your brain. sparks. licenses plates. conversations. tv shows. dreams. nightmares. myths. monsters. where does inspiration come from?

(despite the fact i chose this topic, it’s actually an uncomfortable question for me.)

i’m not one of those people who can’t quiet the voices in their head nor do i have one shiny idea after another begging me to write it nor do i just sit back and let the characters do all the work, and frankly, sometimes it frightens me that i don’t have an endless supply of stories to tell or characters yelling at me because all the other writers i know do.

i’m more like one of these people.

my first MS was based on a perception i had of myself growing up. my second MS (current WIP) has a familiar fairytale foundation. i don’t yet know what my third MS will cover because i haven’t had anything particularly interesting cross my mind, not to mention the work involved with writing has felt heavy lately because the words, characters, and ideas aren’t revealing themselves to me.

i know i’m not supposed to wait for lightning to strike because, well, not only would that fry my computer, it would short circuit my brain.

instead, i need to work with what i have: take charge, grab hold of that tiniest grain of an idea, place it in my brain, let it roll around in there, pulsing and polishing and pearlizing, and then write it out. it’s not the usual method of doing things, but then again, what is the usual method? does it always have to look like this?

or is it okay to look like this?

do you do anything differently than everyone else? do you walk backwards to work? do you talk in pig latin? are you short when everyone is tall? are you hot when everyone is cold? do you laugh instead of cry? do you drink tea instead of coffee? do you have a flip cell phone? do you wear sunglasses at night?

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feelings

progress report

there are zillions of pieces of advice out there on how to write, but the most logical ones boil down to two points.

(1) put your butt in the chair and write.
(2) in order to get better at writing, you have to WRITE.

sure, reading and living a full life are also keys to becoming a better writer (and a better human), but the practicality of practicing writing is too true to ignore, as @fakeeditor (#2) so helpfully explains.

i thought i’d been doing that. i have one completed manuscript under my belt not to mention an MFA degree, and yet, i kept coming up with doubt about the state of my current (finished but unedited) WIP. i wondered why my writing wasn’t getting better. i thought taking some time away from it would help. i thought diving in and doing more research would help. i thought reading it over and over would help. i thought doing some character interviews would help.

it didn’t.

in a fit of distraction, i started to peruse my old blog postings because i couldn’t remember when i had changed from diaryland.com to wordpress.com. that switch, from casual musings to carefully thought out postings, marked the beginning of my attempts to become a writer and i was curious what that actual date was. (7.21.09 for inquiring minds.)  it took longer than i anticipated to find the beginning  and i couldn’t help but read a bunch of the posts as i scrolled my way through. after reading through some highly embarrassing and super revealing and poorly crafted posts, i realized something.

i HAVE made progress. it’s just not the progress i was expecting.

the progress i’ve made has been in the form of emails and blogs because that’s what i’ve been doing daily for years now. sure, it may have been a thing necessitated through work or a premature attempt at building a brand, but it’s been the most consistent form of writing that i’ve been practicing and THAT’S why those types of words come more easily to me.

now hold up, i’m not saying when i open an email or fresh post, the right words march out and lay down in the proper formation, but it’s much easier to twist those words into the desired shape whereas the words in my novel look a bit more like this:

so the point of this was not to direct you to my most remedial writings, but as a note to myself to lighten up in the areas of my manuscripts because i’m still new to the game and my talent still needs time to be cultivated.

now, how to work on being more patient?

how do YOU work at getting better at what you do — whether it’s a hobby, a job, or a career?

 

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convos with strangers

“conversations” with strangers #25

i’m talking to strangers… here’s why.

i was walking down the sidewalk when i noticed a guy approaching along the same path i was. i shifted to the right to avoid running into him at the same time he shifted to the left.

we were still on a direct course for collision.

we both shifted the opposite way.

the space between us was narrowing.

i paused, made eye contact, and let him step in the direction he wanted. we didn’t exchange words, but the combination of my actions spoke volumes and that guy was reading the right one.

oh, the sidewalk tango (come on, we’ve all done it). fortunately this time, it didn’t end up as a sidewalk tangle as we passed by each other without physical harm.

(i can’t say the same for a week ago when i was walking down the hallway with adriana, but that’s another story for another day.)

 

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convos with strangers

conversations with strangers #22-24

i’m talking to strangers… here’s why.

i grabbed my purchases and happily noted the lack of line. as i waited in the empty space, i pulled out my wallet and CVS card. ready now, i looked up, and saw a woman stepping towards the next available cash register. my eyes followed the path she just traveled and saw a massive line snaking down the card aisle.

me: “is this the line?”

woman in line: “it is.”

me: “i’ve never seen it go in this direction before.”

woman: “it is unusual.”

i reached the end and waited my turn.

awhile later at the grocery store (a few stores down from the CVS), i plunked my arugula onto the conveyer belt and settled in to wait in this line.

a voice piped up behind me. “now, the arugula. do you buy it for taste or nutritional value?”

an odd question, but i considered it. “both, i suppose.”

her: “it’s sort of bitter, right?”

me: “yeah, it’s peppery. i really like it.”

considering it was the only thing i was buying, my last statement was probably redundant.

i reached the head of the line where a new conversation started.

checkout lady: bag?

me: yes, please.

lady: paper or plastic?

me: plastic.

lady: game?

me: no.

lady: too many questions?

me: *laughs* no, i don’t mind.

lady: have a good night.

me: you too!

i had one last errand to run and yet another line to wait in. i’m not sure why there were so many people out on this particular evening, but wouldn’t you know when the guy behind me ordered the wheat tortilla, the question posed to me earlier crossed my mind. “do you buy it for taste or nutritional value?”

of course, that was the only thing it crossed. certainly not my lips.

okay, okay! i panicked. i guess i have a bit more to learn about talking to strangers. the mission continues.

 

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convos with strangers

conversations with strangers #21

i’m talking to strangers… here’s why.

“that was some gust, huh?” said the woman with the inside out umbrella.

“mmm hmmm.” the wind stole my umbrella and any other words i might have said.

and since clearly neither of us had mary poppins’s luck with umbrellas, we each scurried on our way hoping to get ahead of the next gust or at least get to our destinations before our clothes were soaked through.

p.s. this made miss the umbrella i got when i was studying abroad in london. those british really know how to make an umbrella. it’s a darn shame someone in DC stole it a year ago because i’ve been through 4 umbrellas since. come on, america. learn how to make an indestructible umbrella.

 

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