What planet did you say this was?

I’ve been busy writing The Thing. Someone killed the king, two years early, thus breaking the plot, all because his scene wasn’t big enough, and i didn’t notice for ages that the narrative no longer made sense. It took me some time to fix it, (8-9 days) but at last i’ve done it.

Of course, they took advantage of the edit, made me put in their hair colour, and “Describe my eyes, they’re my best feature.” Wilful things, one’s sired four children in a year, different women, of course, and i think he might be over-compensating for liking men more than he likes women. Keeping him at least bisexual is essential to the plot.

Back to creative writing at last, one of my favourite bits, though i do enjoy editing. Of course, the characters react to my ideas of how the story should progress with sudden bitchiness and demands for a more demanding scene.

It’s just like amateur theatre. That’s the unpaid, everyone volunteers, kind of theatre. Am-dram, as in amateur dramatics.Β  A guy who was just part of the scenery has elbowed his way from being a bit player in the first scene to father of one of the crucial female roles, and has been brought to the capital as one of the most trusted servants. He was just a fucking messenger!

I wave the cattle-prod of plot every so often, remind them we’re supposed to be getting the lead character through childhood, military college, his first marriage, and more, all by the end of Book One.

And that’s about it. I’m still alive. Hope you are too. I’m tweeting more than i’m blogging but i’m not even doing that much. I check my messages.

To give you an idea of why i can’t communicate much right now. On Twitter someone said it was the New Moon, and i nearly tweeted, no it’s not. Because it isn’t, you see, not in the section of the narrative i’m in. It”s the half-moon, and i was sure i’d actually seen it, but of course, it was just in my mind’s eye.

Sure i know what phases of the moon are when. If the characters are outside at night, i need to know if it’s dark. Pfft, it’s logical. No, i had no idea one had to keep track of these things, but one lives and learns. Or goes back, rewrites, and this time, keeps track in a spreadsheet.

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6 responses to “What planet did you say this was?

  • Jean

    “I’m tweeting more than i’m blogging”
    Same here. Am tweeting more than I am doing a lot of things. In fact I am becoming so obsessed with tweeting that sometimes in the middle of the night I get up to send a dream out as SMS to Twitter, in the darkness. Oh, I am pathetic.

    And I am pushing my writing to a back(est) seat. It tries to come forward, I push it again. It’s this new thing they call procrastination.
    Then I sometimes call it Writer’s Block. All these fancy names.

    Good to know you’re writing. Nothing much comes out of tweeting anyway!

    • stinginthetail

      Writer’s block to me, usually signifies my sub-conscious is trying to stop me going off on a wrong tangent. Or to tell me there’s something wrong in the existing text, that i really should fix before i add to the work. That’s with creative writing. When it comes to journalistic work, which one has a deadline for, you need to find your way past that inability to start, or to keep going. It helps if you learn why you stop, so you can restart.

      I’ve mentioned above why i stop – but i’m highly fluent, i can churn out 10,000 words a day if my hands stand the strain. It might be complete dribble, and in the wrong direction for my plot (and not in a new, good way), but output isn’t usually a problem for me. It used to be. I trained myself to just write. (With the help of many writing teachers and books with writing exercises in them.) No matter that i can’t think of anything, i’ll write about not being able to think of something, until i do find something inspiring. Then i’ll chop out the bit before i found the interesting subject. (Most of my blog posts are reduced by half in editing.)

      As for Twitter, well, those who’ve read this blog will have witnessed how i tried it once, blogged about how i’d never go back, then i fell in love with it. I am amazed at how much Twitter has become a part of my life – i joined back in mid-March, thinking to maybe promote my blog, (which was to give me a public profile), and to follow someone i liked who was using it (@theBloggess). next thing, I was hooked. I don’t have it on my mobile phone – at least, i have the net switched off on my phone, no idea if i could tweet from it, i don’t want to know, lol.

      However, i don’t see Twitter as a waste of time – (though yes, it’s a great way to procrastinate), I love the friends i make on twitter, the lives i get to be a part of, and how it translates into meeting in real life. When i first joined, i “watched” several travellers go round the world, meeting up with Tweeple, getting places to stay, help with local quirks, and good friends. That’s the bad thing – you can procrastinate in useful ways – one can be totally involved with other people, be useful, helpful, and kind. (If one treats the experience that way – it’s also possible to have a shallow, vacuous, brain-dead experience, lol.) However, i do think we can get control of the twitter addiction, up to a point. I don’t want to give it up – Twitter makes my life better.

      Nice trick I use for stopping procrastination – decide to procrastinate tomorrow. (PS i spent most of weekend procrastinating, but it was good for The Thing.)

      • Jean

        I really don’t think I should be posting links to my blog at every comment I drop here πŸ™‚ , but I too have this (blogged) history of looking at Twitter once and leaving it, only to come back later and fall in love with it πŸ™‚

        When I say a waste of time, I mean (I should correct it, I guess) I waste a lot of time just chatting with my new Twitter friends that I get next to no real *work* done. At the end of the day, I feel good at all the jokes we exchanged and things I learnt but I look at the laundry and dishes and … blame Twitter πŸ˜‰

        It’s always fun talking to you – on Twitter or here πŸ™‚ Finding a lot of parallel between us! πŸ™‚

        BTW, I almost fainted reading “10K words a day”. My best should be 2K, not a word more πŸ™‚

      • stinginthetail

        it’s one of those things πŸ™‚ when we talk, we advertise ourselves (on each other’s blogs).

        Have you tried using Twitter as a treat? i tell myself that i can log on WHEN i have done chores, (or 500 words) not before. Doesn’t always work, but worth a go.

        Likewise – i enjoy our chats – isn’t it amazing how us humans can find commonalities when there shouldn’t be any? πŸ™‚

        If you haven’t already, (and this goes for any writer reading this) do a touch typing course – there are several free ones on the internet. This is a free one with advice on being ergonomically sound so you don’t hurt yourself. Being able to type faster and more accurately helps your output and saves your body from strain.

        Thanks to injuries in both hands (car accident) I have to wear wrist supports to type, (which part cover my hands) so that slows me down – and my typing is less accurate because the straps can nudge the keyboard. These days, i’m happy with 1-2k – 4-5k is my top lately – Am averaging around 1.5k over the last 2 wks even with Twitter. πŸ™‚

  • Ozquilter

    I like the plot, characters are like my costumes, they tend to morph into something else, the naughty things, but they end up beautiful none-the-less.

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