Finding Your Own Voice

I’m going to suggest a completely absurd thought about writing, here. You might unfollow me for this and say that I’m no real writer.

But have you ever considered the absurd notion that what you wrote might just be absolutely fine the first time? That maybe, just maybe, writing doesn’t need to always be this arduous process of endless writing and re-writing and slaving over several versions of the same piece and trying to decide which one is best?

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An Evening Out

Downtown is, as a rule, less crowded on Monday. And, since it’s summer, the light lingers longer in the evenings. Two explorers have agreed to spend their Monday evenings exploring the workings of downtown. One explorer is decidedly less familiar with the area, but is excited because she has discovered new places to experience. Most notably, a coffee/book shop that’s taken over the ground floor of the old city hall. The architecture is stately, but not ornate. The book shop is on the right and bleeds into the coffee shop on the left, at the back. Old books, not for sale, decorate the walls. The coffee shop offers hard, straight-backed chairs and tables. One explorer discovers that the couches on the left side are free. She missed them because they were occupied on her first visit. One couch is a big, squishy ordeal of fake leather. It smells ever so slightly of mildew. You sink deep into the cushions when you sit on it, and it’s almost like you’re sitting on the floor, only much more comfortable. The other couch is a light colored fabric, tattered in places. Both couches are obviously old, worn, and well-used.

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Thoughts About Writing

As I’ve begun to develop Freak Accidents more, I’ve found myself wanting to keep developing it and to keep writing it. A friend suggested that I pace myself, so I’m writing a normal post before I continue on with the next installment.

When I started this project, all I had was a tiny idea—a group of friends talking about having powers and getting each other’s by accident. I didn’t have any ideas about the characters or who they were or what they were like. It’s amazing to see how much the idea has grown in my head over the last few weeks (I know, I started it a long time ago, but I got hung up on some details, so essentially I’m picking up where I left off). I’m looking forward to seeing it grow in the blog, too. Because what I see in my head will definitely not be how it comes out in the blog. Why does everything come out so much less amazing when you’re typing it out?

I will apologize for making it first person across the board. I like first person. I’m using it as an exercise in distinguishing characters by their individual voices (and I’ve started labeling each section so you know who’s speaking from the get-go). Robbie and Kerry think in similar ways, so their voices are similar, but Angie generally thinks in complete sentences with fewer interrupted thoughts. It makes for longer writing.

If you’re new to my blog and haven’t the foggiest idea what I’m talking about, please check out the Freak Accidents tab at the top of the page/in the menu and start with “More than a Mistake” to read my ongoing superhero story.

Apologies…

To the few readers I have gathered on my humble blog, I’m extremely sorry. I kind of forgot I had a blog. Ah, the dangers of not committing to posting every single day! Oh well, my temperament is far too sporadic to make a daily commitment like that. I’d rather commit to posting in general than to posting a certain number of times a week and/or day.

Besides that, I’ve been very busy. That’s no real excuse, especially since I’ve been meaning to post, and I just keep forgetting. But a few weeks ago .. or was it last week? Two weeks ago? Oh well.. it was the end of the semester and I was swamped. I had things to grade that I didn’t grade, exams to study for that I didn’t study for, and projects that I needed to polish that didn’t get polished. But I finally finished everything. And when I finally had time to post, I also realized that I finally had time to watch movies, TV shows, and read books. I’m currently in the very slow process of re-reading a certain 7-book series that I grew up with (slow because there are so many other things I want to do, too, not because I am a slow reader).

That’s what I’ve been up to. I’m hoping to make a few posts today that I’ve been meaning to make, and there’s something in my head that I’ve been thinking about starting. A blog series story called the Letters from No Where. I don’t know where it’s going, but it sounds like an interesting story. Once I figure out some names that I’d like to stick with and a suitable setting, I might jump right in with it.

English Paper Woes

As an English MA, reading, writing, and conveying information about English has sort of become my life. Reading and writing have almost always been my life, but now, it’s like I eat, sleep, and breath English. Which is wonderful and useful and I enjoy every second of it and would do it all again (I actually wish that I could go back to my freshman year and do it over again, knowing what I know now and appreciating it the way I do now; I’m not a masochist, but I do love school). But since I’ve started this blog, I’ve noticed something interesting.

I can write 100 words on a blog post in less than 5 minutes. But trying to write a paper about the differences between American and British grammars? It’s like pulling eye-teeth for 10 words, let alone 100. What’s the difference between writing here and writing there? And why is it that when I’m writing on a blog, my words just naturally flow out, while on the paper, they seem stiff and stilted and.. impersonal?

Maybe if I were to write my paper on the blog, and then rearranged it, and reworded it a little, and then put it in paper format, I would have this in a cinch? Or else I could accidentally shoot myself in the foot. After all, who would go to a blog to read about plural attributive nouns, do-periphrasis, the past participles of get, and using one as a referent to one? There are more, but the paper isn’t meant to be exhaustive.

See what I mean? I’m at 265 now, and it’s been less than 10 minutes since I started!

Sorry to Disappoint

It was pointed out to me by an unnamed associate that, since I posted two blog posts within an hour, I had inadvertently made a promise to my readers that I would make two posts an hour. And then the same unnamed associate expressed great disappointment that I had not fulfilled that promise, because I only posted a total of three posts on the first day.

I would like to state herein my posting intentions for this blog. I do not intend to post twice an hour. I may not even post once a day. I intend to post randomly, maybe a couple times one day, maybe none at all the next day, maybe twenty times in one week, maybe five times the next. I intend to post, but I don’t intend to force myself into posting when I think there’s nothing to post about.

On that note, I think that being a blogger will be a very valuable experience for me, as a writer. I’m not committing to one post a day for the entirety of my blogging career, I’m committing to sit down and write about something, anything, just letting the words take me places, or focusing on where I want to go, so my words don’t lead me astray.

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” – J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

And that’s kind of how writing is. For example, I started out talking about posting intentions, and then I wound up talking about writing. Apparently, I let my words take me that time.