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How is it already June? This is why I can’t have nice things.
I make a writing goal, it goes splendid for the first few months, and then–BAM. Middle of the year slump due to inevitable procrastinating because . . . THINGS are HAPPENING and my mind becomes a black hole where brainstorms go to die and vanish.
All right, that was a tad over-dramatic–but for real–how is it already June?
Progress Update: My Young Adult book I was trying to complete before the end of this year was nearly finished and at a vital moment in the story, I was finally able to identify that nagging feeling I had throughout the writing process. My main character, Jasmine, wanted to speak for herself. So what did I do? I went back and re-wrote the ENTIRE book in first person . . . present tense. I blame Jasmine for it all. She’s just as stubborn as I am.
This brings me to my question for this month: As a reader, do you enjoy reading in first person/present tense? Do you loathe it? Or do you not mind either way? I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below!
There’s something magical about music. It has the ability to translocate you to another place and time, to uproot emotions you’ve felt so long ago, and help you feel parts of your soul you never knew existed. These are some of the reasons why I am able to write as I have a playlist of my favorite melodies playing in the background.
That’s not saying I absolutely can’t write in total peace, because I can; I just have a stronger connection to the words I feel in my heart as I put them onto a page, out of the mouths of the characters that are born from some of my deepest emotions that are reminded by a simple tune, or lyrics with a familiar story.
Music isn’t my only muse, but it’s definitely one of the top drivers for me.
Other factors of inspiration for me are: being out in the sun surrounded by nature; or hanging out by a window during a loud storm; the impression people leave on me when we first meet; and so many more than I can list right now.
Here are some of my questions for you:
1) Maybe music isn’t what drives you. What keeps your muse alive?
2) Do you prefer absolute silence when you write, or do you have a song playing softly in the background? Or maybe both work for you?
3) Can you remember the first story you ever wrote? What inspired you?
Have any questions for me? Post below! Let’s have some fun!
A passion for writing seems to be in my blood; I was born to write.
My family is full of composers, poets and storytellers–I suppose it was only natural when I came into this world, my love for the written word would be instant. Today’s random, silly ramble, is all about the reasons why I love to write.
I write when there is nothing better to do; I write because there is nothing better to do.
I write when my mind travels to far off places; I write because I dream to visit many places.
I write when my heart aches; my heart aches when I cannot write.
I write when there is a song in my heart; writing keeps the song in my heart.
I write things that I will never be, because writing gives me the power to be anyone I please.
I write when romance strikes a chord in my heart. When I feel loved, I take my pen and pour my heart onto paper to remember and cherish every beautiful moment.
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I write when my heart races, a dream of monsters with many faces.
I write when I feel lost, because I know within the words I write, my heart’s desire will be found.
Writing gives me a voice when I feel like I can’t be heard; writing allows me to be the voice for others who cannot speak.
I write because the overwhelming sensation of first kisses are quite an addiction.
It has been nearly two years since I have completed any work at all and when I think about that, it feels a little dispiriting. Last night, though, something came to me randomly; I suddenly felt a strong urge to pull out the notes to an old idea that I had been trying to revise the last few years but had no luck after running into that damned proverbial wall over and over again–new ideas were just not clicking . . . it didn’t feel right.
Last night changed everything, though.
Ideas were rolling in one-by-one, my pen was flying across the page, my nose was just about to the page itself as I wrote in excitement, the story was literally pulling me in! I finally had that long-awaited, “ah-ha!” moment! I may have gotten awkward looks from a couple co-workers, but hey! I did it! Everything finally CLICKED!
Here’s a little background on the chaos and inspiration of this story:
So, as I mentioned above, it’s a young-adult novel that I had been working on since I was thirteen which technically does not have a title as of yet but one that I affectionately refer to as, Project Denali. I was an extremely nerdy kid—not to say I am not anymore #proudnerdherd— and was always researching different places there are in the world. That is when I discovered the perilous hike of Mount Denali in Alaska.
There are many factors that tie into the inspiration of this novel, one of which is my love of hiking and after seeing the dangerous terrains and reading about the thrill of the least-traveled paths that a good, long hike could offer, my imagination immediately went wild. Shortly before my unearthing of devotion to Denali, I was working on another little story about a young girl witch who had strong, magical, Celtic roots. That’s when it hit me, the premise for this story. What other mysteries lie under and around the treacherous plains of Denali, what are they hiding? (Silly? I was just a kid when I thought of this, dangit!)
I am trying to keep the main and more depth premise of this story hush-hush for the moment because this is one of my dearest, biggest, and most fun projects and would weep for ages if I see something similar published before I get to it. After some time letting it rot in the graveyard of my scrapped work boxes after some doubt, I have come back to revise it; and now being my older and more mature—or at least I like to think so— I feel more confident on fortifying it as a story that will hopefully resonate with a younger crowd of today. That is my goal.
Please wish me luck!!!!!
Wow. It has been a while since I’ve updated this page–almost a year ago!
Sadly, it was all in due of my missing muse. Seems as though she had ran away from all the chaos happening at work and other parts of my life. I don’t blame her. The progress of my first full-length manuscript for a novel came to an abrupt stop. I have a feeling why she left, but I will get into that below.
Anyhow, she peeked her head in today and it looks as if we are well on our way to a new relationship.
I have been struggling the last several months with being able to organize my scattered brain. Then all of a sudden, my brain just shut off–my pen would just hover over my notebook paper, nothing but ghost words being written on the blue lines; or I would be left drooling rabidly at a blank MS document all night before bed.
I couldn’t even pick up a book to read because I was so angry with myself that I hadn’t written anything in so long. I was seriously beginning to wonder if my mind had actually picked itself up, sick of my crap, and ran for the hills.
Previously, after working long hours at work, my mind was bursting at the seams with ideas as they accumulated by the minute, absolutely overflowing and waiting to be jotted down. My mind has always worked like that, even as a child; but, life was easy then, right? Plenty of time to diddle-daddle all day long. *grumbles*
Well, it all just built up the longer the work day and by the time I had a day off to finally have an opportunity to sift through my ideas, everything came pouring out–like a volcano of alphabet and pictures vomiting all over my desk! *pouts* And if I had successfully reined in one thought from a cluster of other thoughts, more ideas spawned from that one. So down goes the pen, off goes the computer and into bed and Netflix I go. *falls over*
Drove me absolutely batty! Damn bunnies.
It’s a constant battle between what I want to focus on and what else I want to get into. However, lately, I have been close to finishing up organizing every
important thought and idea onto paper; outlines, notes, sketches–leaving me with very little to fuss over. Today, something beautiful happened. I printed out the final details of my paranormal adventure I’ve been working on the last couple years and on the drive home from work and all the way into the shower, my characters spoke to me–and they would not shut up.
I rinsed my hair as fast as I could and just about skipped the towels as I broke out of the bathroom and fled to my desk to transcript every word before they escaped me yet again. My little fingers were flying all over they keyboard, and before I knew it. I finally had . . . my . . . first . . . CHAPTER WRITTEN! The chapter opening for this damned book that has been cycling through EIGHT ideas before my finally giving up. It’s done! Afinado!
Now, before I get too excited and get stuck writing the second chapter, and this book takes me thirty more years to write (I can’t imagine the trouble with my concentration now being magnified, I don’t even want to think what it would be like going menopausal *shudders*) . . . there goes my ADD again. *coughs* But as I said, before I get too carried away thinking my Muse is here to stay, I have more kinks to work out to the final touch of the outline of the overall story and all I ask is a small favor–for you to send good thoughts my way! Maybe even stop by and poke me and remind me; motivate me to keep going, because on top of all that other lunatic babel above, I still have my doubts clouding my motivation and I know we all have been there before.
If there is one dream I want to accomplish more than anything else I have ever dreamt, it is that I will have at least one published full-length novel to share with the world! I think that’s what hurts the most with this mess, when my mind off and runs away without bringing me along for the ride while she has all the fun, leaving me in the dust with nothing to write about!
I also had a few more musing for previous mentions of other novels I am working on. I am pleased to say that the characters from my; contemporary romance, my crime/thriller, and New Adult novels, are also in their final stages of outlining and a chapter or so have been written in them. Pretty soon, I will need beta readers, and I would love and appreciate all honest feedback! I will post more when the times comes. In the meantime, keep your fingers crossed for me that my motivation and clarity stick around for a while! *snickers*
I am taking a breather from the PNR series that I am writing and decided to do something a bit more contemporary. The end product of this story will most likely amount to a short story, or a novella at the most. Now, keep in mind, this is a pretty raw and unedited excerpt; and while it might not be the best thing ever, just pleeeasee remember not to steal–it is hereby copyrighted.
I want to share this with you all and thank my friends and family for the support given thus far. ❤
High school sweethearts bump into each other in the most unexpected of places. Devin hasn’t quite grown up and Lilly is a single mother to a four year old boy who has just been diagnosed with cancer. After a fresh start into their rekindled friendship, Devin begins to realize just how delicate life is and what a blessing it truly is. Will he open his eyes to the world around him, finally? Most importantly, will he accept the path that fate has led him to?
I am writing in both her’s and his POV. And this is just a little sample:
Everything about her was delicate; from the curve of her lips, her slim frame, to the gleam in her soft grey eyes, she was just as I always remembered her– a porcelain doll made for gentle hands; and when she looked up at me with that hopeless, yet, silent plead churning within her gaze as if she were too afraid to voice her need for warm comfort, memories of us in high school and college came flooding back to me and I’m unable to recall a time she ever projected so much pain in her expression.
Suddenly, I’m filled with the familiar emotions which had inhabited my soul every minute of our years together, so long ago, and the love and protection I once felt for Lillian, has heightened into a capacity I never thought possible. My heart breaks as I take in the sight of her unusual demeanor, her tear-welled eyes causing mine to brim with tears of my own.
My Lilly, fierce woman with a heart of gold, is now in shambles and I want my hands to be the ones that catch her as she falls. Dare I ask what has set her in such gloom. I brace myself, prepared for her answer, assuming right away someone was going to get their ass kicked tonight; but her answer was nothing I expected and I sag in my seat as the words left her trembling lips, “Caleb has cancer.”
I was reading over a lot of my old story ideas last night and I realized that I have way too many stories that I’ve stowed away over the years. So, I decided to make something of them and give them the light of day. I sorted them all into themes and I am thinking about making an anthology for each theme. This will be to keep me up with writing-exercises, keep my word-flow up, and also be able to share my fantasies.
Theme: Love Unexpected
A series of characters are living their daily lives and following their normal routines. Never did they expect they’d bump into that one stranger who may forever change the course of their life.
Lust explodes into love, anger turns into bliss, dreams come true, views on life are altered– Everything happy endings are made of.
Some will be more naughty than other stories, and I contemplated giving myself a pseudonym but it’s time I embrace my ideas and not hide from them, no matter how others may feel about them! I hope I can at least bring a few smiles to a readers face.
I have a few friends who will be helping me, but I would also love “beta” readers before I publish the whole thing just to get an idea of how others think of the stories, perhaps change things around before the publish.
I appreciate all the help and all the support!
You can find me here as well: http://skyswriting.blogspot.com/