Sunday, August 14, 2011

Character Fatigue

Do you ever get tired of your characters? I've been working on one story all summer and, quite frankly, swimming around in the minds of figments of imagination is starting to get old...well, at least with the same two characters I've been working with. There's a quote that comes to mind: "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." I'm beginning to think this is true. I mean, what does writing fiction really boil down to?

1. Inventing people inside your head
2. Arguing with these "people" when they won't do what you want
3. Sitting in front of the computer talking to yourself

I once saw an interview with a somewhat famous screenwriter who said he plays out arguments and discussions with his characters while driving and people always look at him funny. So, I know it's not just me (except I don't do that in the car, usually on walks).

But aside from that, I think I just need a break from these two. The guy is a kind of anti-hero; he's perpetually sarcastic, dishonest, and sometimes just downright moody. Of course, his good attributes outweigh the bad (otherwise I wouldn't be writing about him), but his banter and secrets are starting to put me in a foul mood. The girl is nosy, sheltered, and overly theatrical, but it's part of her character... It works for them and I like the chemistry the two have as friends, but I just want a break! However, I know that if I do take a break, I'll probably end up letting this story fall by the wayside, which I definitely don't want. Maybe this will motivate me to write quicker just so I can have a change of pace...

Can you relate to this or am I just crazy?



I just found this picture that perfectly illustrates my point.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Just a Few Favorite Things


The other day I found myself rummaging through old hat boxes full of letters from my dear friends. Several years ago when we were thirteen Everly Pleasant and I made lists of things that are "good, colorful, fun, happy, or childish." The lists read as follows. May it inspire you to do a few silly fun things! I know I want to. :)

Everly:

1. Lollipops 18. Fun in the sprinkler
2. Cupcakes 19. Swings
3. Crayons 20. Fireflies in a jar
4. Polka dots 21. Shadow puppets
5. Rainbows 22. Piggy back rides
6. Sunshine 23. Bubble baths
7. Daisies 24. Puddle splashing
8. Pig tails 25. Popsicles
9. Toe socks 26. Mud pies
10. Finger paints 27. Tree houses
11. Butterflies 28. Balloons
12. Dandelions 29. Bubbles
13. Ice cream cones 30. Pompoms
14. Jump ropes 31. Slinkies
15. Hopscotch 32. Bubble gum
16. Leapfrog 33. Pogo sticks
17. Kites 34. Imaginary friends

I made my own, but I guess I never sent it back to her since I still have it:

1. Poodles
2. Cakes with sprinkles on the icing
3. pulling a wishbone
4. sunshine
5. roses
6. dragonflies
7. going as high as you can on a swing set
8. holding a kitten
9. making a wish when you blow out the birthday candles
10. markers
11. stickers
12. feeding ducks
13. chocolate sundaes
14. fairy tales
15. miniature ponies
16. Ferris wheels
17. riding a bike
18. merry-go-rounds
19. little red wagons
20. feather pens
21. puppies
22. Mary Poppins
23. Barbies
24. gel pens (love those things!)
25. letters from friends
26. puppy kisses
27. blowing bubbles
28. silly inside jokes
29. cat whiskers
30. Tinkerbell
31. catching snowflakes on your tongue
32. walking in the park
33. jungle gyms

Historical Writing Milestone

For the first time EVER in my life I have FINALLY reached the 50,000 word mark while writing a story!!! I know it's a huge no-no to use multiple exclamation points, but I'm so happy! Usually by this time I've convinced myself that my story is pointless, abandoned it, and started from scratch on a completely different one. Sweet, sweet success! Anyway...now that I've said what I wanted, I'm going to continue on my story. I think it'll be about 75,000-100,000 words before I've found a good ending. Happy writing!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

The Dangers of Writing: Part One

"Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book your composition of yourself is at stake." ~E.L. Doctorow

As far back as my earliest memories of writing when I was six and seven years old I do not remember the gripping, sweat-on-the-palms fear of failure that has inhibited me for the past decade. When I was a child, I wrote stories about whatever took my fancy, be it faeries, goofy little mice, detectives. Back then I recognized writing as part of me, a vital part, that was natural and wonderful. Everyone has their "thing" and writing was my gift, my talent, so why shouldn't I share it? Once when my sister was sick (I don't recall with what) I spent the day writing and illustrating a collection of short stories I'd had floating in my head and taking up valuable space. Whenever I wrote a story I had no qualms reading it to Mom and hearing her opinion.
I think the first time I was shy and unsure about my writing was a regional Reading Rainbow Young Writers and Illustrators contest. I didn't want to even enter the contest but Mom persuaded me to do it and, as usual, I was later grateful that she'd given me the helpful shove in the right direction. I made the top three or five (I don't remember exactly which), but even when I was interviewed for the local tv network I was ashamed and blushing as I read an excerpt of my story.
Having people, even my mom, review my work and critique it gradually made me incredibly embarrassed and ashamed of anything I wrote. I don't know, I'm probably just too thin skinned, but whatever the reason, I became increasingly secretive with my stories. A few times I renounced all hope of ever becoming an author (one time lasted for two years) which nearly killed me. Obviously that phase passed, but I still struggle with telling people my ideas or letting them read my stories. Like the quote from Doctorow says, it feels that if your story isn't quite good enough it means you aren't adequate. Every criticism of something you've created feels as if the whole world is telling you that your idea is stupid or just plain weird. Usually I start off writing fully confident in my story and the characters fueling it, but around 50 pages in this nauseating self-doubt kicks in. What if everyone reads my story and thinks it weird? What if everyone reads my story and thinks I'm weird? What if my story is stupid? No one will read it and it will accomplish nothing. So, I let yet another story fall by the wayside and I start over and then I repeat the vicious cycle yet again.
While writing my current story I ran into the same problem around the same time, but I miraculously forced myself through it and continued writing. Then at about 100 pages it came again, I pushed through it again. Now I'm only a few thousand words short of 50, 000 and still not close to an end, but I'm still moving forward. If you are ever going to grow as a writer, you have to stop caring about what people think. Ironically, being a successful writer depends a lot on others' opinion but if you cater only to what the masses demand there would be a plethora of horribly written vampire romances and zombie-fied Jane Austen novels...oh wait...that's already happened. :/
If you stay true to your convictions and creativity, you'll fail a few times and people may or may not be interested in your work. To write is to expose your true heart and soul to anyone who cares to take a look, to be scrutinized in the hopes that it informs, entertains, or enlightens. Vampire and zombies might be selling now, but they're predictable and commercial and will never become classics (except Twilight because it's the monster that started all this madness). Don't try to be something you're not and don't write something that isn't inspired. Go to any secondhand bookstore and three-fourths of each shelf tells the story of a failed book and the "havenot" author. But some of those books are unexpected gems, originals in a sea of lookalikes. Some of those authors might think they failed, but they don't know what that one book might mean to a small group of fans. You could be published and on the bestseller list, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're a good author.

"Everywhere I go I'm asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher." ~Flannery O'Connor

Sunday, May 15, 2011

O, the Many Paths of Life


Do you ever feel like your life is one of those choose-your-own-ending books? I do.
It seems like there are so many options and so many different turns your life can take, each one affecting the outcome. Should I go here? Should I go to this school? Should I take this job? What should I write about? What should I eat for lunch?! Okay, so maybe what you eat for lunch isn't as major, but it really is if you think about it in the long run (but that's an entirely different post).
Even little, seemingly insignificant decisions can lead to running into a person you wouldn't have otherwise seen, or hearing something you needed to. All events in our lives build upon each other, making us who we are. So what if you make a decision differently than how you should? How will it alter your life?

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Tribute of the Mother's Day Variety

None of us would be here without our moms. I mean that literally...it's physically impossible for us to have been born without a mother.
Other than that, though, it's also impossible for us to be where we are today without a maternal figure in our lives. I've been blessed with a fantastic mom. Of course we have our differences at times, but we enjoy a much deeper relationship than most daughters can claim.
My life right now is a direct result of my mom's influence. She was the first person on either side of my family to become a Christian and without that occurrence, I wouldn't have gone to church when I was little. I wouldn't have heard that sermon when I was five, the day I decided to accept Christ into my heart. I wouldn't have grown up in an environment powered by Mom that encouraged me to make decisions based on what God wanted for my life.
When I was five years old, my mom almost died from an extremely serious illness. Those times were intense, but she's still kicking and at a greatly force than ever before...and completely healed too!
She's silly, she's weird, she's beautiful, she's funny, and I love her more than anyone can even know.

Long story short, it's a good thing Mom's in my life. And I'll never stop praising the Lord for putting (and keeping) her here with us.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Long Time, No See/Book Snobs


I love books...obviously. Otherwise, I wouldn't be an author. For some reason, I just took it for granted that everyone enjoys reading. You've probably already figured this out, but I had to travel to a different time zone to notice this. When some fellow college students from my church and I went to China I was uber excited to build incredible friendships that I assumed would be based on a shared love of books (because I'm a nerd :P). When striking up initial conversations one usually starts with asking questions depending on your own interests. Naturally I asked "do you like books" when I meet my first Chinese friends and the first few really loved to read so I remained in my delusional bibliophile world. Ironically, my dearest friend met in China (whose English name is Alana) didn't like reading at all. I was shocked. I don't know why. Reading is a hobby so it only makes sense that some people wouldn't prefer it, but I was still taken aback.
Usually in the States I looked down on people who didn't like to read, but when I met Alana it all came together. Not everyone likes the same things...what a concept, right? Despite having basically nothing in common, Alana and I stuck together like glue and really enjoyed each other's company. Thus I realized another truth: not all people that don't like reading for fun are stupid. Of course, I had never said this out loud, but subconsciously I believed it. I was a book snob.

Then, when I came back to the States, I discovered that one of my Korean students/friends also dislikes reading for fun. Gasp! It too was a surprise. We think that reading is a way of learning to analyze and explore things, which is true; however, this student is the deepest, most astute person I know. She understands concepts of humanity that most avid readers I know are completely blind to. I have a very good friend who "loves books" but isn't nearly as observant or considerate of the world around her. I chalk this up to personality, but also to the type of books my "good friend" indulges in. A bonus truth: most dedicated readers only read escapist fiction, which almost always has deeper, hidden meanings, but usually they aren't looking for meaning, only to runaway from the world.

So, in case you are a book snob still in denial, let me tell you that people who don't share the same opinion as you are not ignorant illiterates.