In which I become friends with my Muse (his name is Kip)

It’s July! And like I said in my post about Summer, I intend to write a lot this month.

But I’m slacking on the writing-blog-posts-part, so here it is: a July post 🙂

It’s nothing more than a short update on what I’m doing but still. I wrote it. (Maybe I can add the words to my daily nano count #cheaterthatIam)

I’m doing Campnano again. And having fun with a new story about a telepathic connection between a brother (who paints in only one color, either blue or red) and sister ( a barista who can make awesome Latte art but HATES milk, because the memory that clings to it rips her soul apart).

I guess the new story is also about coffee. Because I like coffee.

AND I am editing the previous story, which is turning into something that might actually be worth reading. I stumble upon sentences I don’t really remember writing and some are actually quite suprising. In a good way. Sometimes I feel almost proud of what I’ve written. And I’m not a person who finds it easy to be proud of her achievements. I’m terrible at writing descriptions, but some of them might work. Like this one:

The rain was washing away the remains of the day, clearing the city like an etch and sketch. The streets were shimmering and the air smelled like earth. Jenya loved this hour of night. Tourists were nowhere to be seen, the streets almost empty. The rain turned into a soft drizzle, making soft thudding sounds, indifferent of the surfaces it fell on. A couple hurried by, giggling and trying to balance an umbrella between the two of them. Jenya thought about rain, how it had made her feel warm and safe when she was younger, lying on her bed listening to it tapping the windows

The last six years she hadn’t felt safe at all, and when her window was tapped upon it was normally something that came straight from a nightmare.

I’m still really (really , really, really)  insecure. And a lot of times I tell myself not so optimistic things (why are you doing this/ this is not going to work/ why?/ all that time typing and stringing words together/ nobody is going to read or like your work/ etcetera). My inner editor (Pie is her name) still points out why things are not working, but hours go by where she’s just quiet. Maybe there is a muse and maybe he’s holding her hostage. Who knows?

I’m calling my muse Kip, because Kip is a cool name and sounds like a person who likes coffee. Kip and I are going to be friends.

 

 

 

Virtual Camp

Next month I’m going camping behind my desk.

http://campnanowrimo.org/  is coming to the rescue of writers who can use a little nudging along or who want to chat with likeminded cabinmates.

Pie (more about her here) is allowed to get behind the wheel and stir my draft into another draft, one that will make a little more sense.

The Project:

1 – Make Plot Outline (for Editing Purposes)

2 – Edit First Draft (Obvious)

3 – Create Synopsis (Kind of dreading this one)

4 – Write a couple of blog posts (Because it is fun)

5 – Start short story/ new story (To distract from point 2)

And

Make a blog post about my writing challenge to see how many hours I spent writing/ how many words/ how many chapters edited.

You get the picture.

I hope doing this will give me some insight about my process, and it sounds fun. 🙂

To Be Continued..

 

 

Meet Pie / On writing

I’m a very slow writer.

One that goes back and forth, editing. By the time I get to the end of the page, every word has been evaluated, deleted, put back or replaced. If you could see an audit trail of the page, you would probably think I have a multiple personality disorder. My inner editor is a good friend, but also my worst enemy.

Her name is Pie.

(It always seems a good idea to eat pie, and most of the times it is. But if you eat pie every day, the mirror probably isn’t going to tell good things, and I’m not even talking about what your health is thinking).

Like eating pie, it always seems a good idea to listen to my inner editor. But in a lot of cases she is the one slowing me down, and gets me wondering why I’m bothering in the first place.

That said. I’m doing NaNoWriMo. Pie is taking an obligatory holiday. She’s going to need to be well rested for the mess of words I intend to produce this November.

Also doing NaNoWriMo? You can find me/ buddy me here: http://nanowrimo.org/participants/ireneh