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!!!!!
I know I have been slacking on this blog the last month, but so much has come up. Lost a loved one, someone very important to me, and the family, my beautiful grandmother. I still can’t sum up in words how I feel about her not being on this earth anymore. And then, there is the everyday stress of life and work. I lost my motivation to write for a while. Although, I have been tempted many times to pick it back up, but when I sit there in front of the screen, or in front of that paper, my emotions spill out right in front of me, unable to gather my thoughts and separate them as I try to work on my book. Instead, I end up with a journal like entry, and just delete the entire thing. Well, someone broke me from my gloomy trance the other day. I mean, I must have been so far gone, so out of tune, keeping to myself, if a simple reminder, a text from a friend, “You have friends you know? =)” opens my eyes to just how distant I was being.
I have always kept my feelings and emotions to myself. I hate drama, and I am always so worried to dump my life on to people I care about. I guess I never stopped to ask myself, “Do I have friends that care enough, that wouldn’t mind if I spill what’s been hurting me?” I have always been the listening, I am just not used to being the talker. It’s nice to have a friend, that slaps you around a bit, brings your mind back to earth and tells you, “We love you.”
More and more people have been approaching me, offering a shoulder, offering both listening ears, offering some time to take my mind off everything. And I am finding my stress to drift slowly away. With all the free room in the back of my mind, I have found myself drifting off to happier thoughts, old memories, beautiful memories, fun memories. I’ve thought about all the people that ever told me how much they love me, how beautiful I am, how charming I can be when I am not tripping on everything on the ground when I am always looking up. I start thinking about some of the great people I’ve spent time with, that looks at life in a certain way, who’ve taught me and inspired me to laugh at the small things, and take the big things with small, easy steps. There have been only a few people who I feel have made me the person I am today, and I need to remember, always, that I need to remain the person I’ve become, and not recline, I need to make them proud. They have put so much love and care into me, I would hate to make all that precious time spent with them, a waste.
One thought leads me to another, and here I am, back and inspired to keep doing better. Take all my pain, all my most loved memories, all my happiness, and put it all together, and complete a masterpiece and accomplish a long-dreamed goal. I won’t stop till it is finished. Book one will be completed, and I pray to God, there will be more influences to inspire me to writing more and more.
And on another note, I must get my hands on more canvas! I have run out and my mind has been going wild ever since the switch was turned back on! I’ve been sketching non-stop, I need to plaster all these thoughts with paint on canvas. I hope to be back here, continuing to post, whether people read this or not, it feels so good to get off my chest. To those who do read, I adore you, you are my inspiration.
I was going through my folders of unfinished stories I’ve written over the years -and because I made this blog to motivate myself into completing something- I’ve chosen one. Although, I was undecided for a good moment, because I also found a thriller I was having fun with. Anyhow, I’ve decided to go ahead and finish this “romance” I started last year. My issue being, I have always despised stories that portray the female as an incompetent, damsel in distress, man-relying ditz. I am always pro strong and independent female stories, who could take on the world herself if she wanted to. Buuutt, all at the same time, what girl doesn’t melt like butter at a good, heart pinching, dream romance? This one will be taking me a while to get into order, while I work on the perfect story-line to spell out both of my desires. And you all will be the first to find out if I succeed at this or not! I might even do some sort of online contest to pick someone to do the art cover if I *so wisfully* get it published. And even if I don’t, I would still love to have copies to share with my friends and families. Now, back to pen and paper, keys and screen to get this started, and finally, FINISHED!