I’ve been working on Trail, though had hit a miniature roadblock. These things inevitably happen, and it was about expression. I was happy with the last line that I’d written, and thought it said everything I wanted to at that moment – however it didn’t feel like the end of a scene. It still wanted more.
Sometimes it’s the name.
Last post had me complaining, talking about self-doubt, and general obstacles encountered with the rewrite of this strange beast of a novel I’m working on.
It turns out I’ve been blogging here for 20 weeks today. I jumped back to the first post, where I said it’d be mostly preoccupied with fiction – can’t say I ever got around to food like I thought I might, but I’ll definitely submit that I’ve posted about fiction, with a specific interest in the creation of it.
When you spend enough time around writing, you reach a point where the tutorials don’t teach you anything new. At best they offer inspiration, and at worst, are a source of frustration for those reading them.
Warning: The following post contains spoilers about the ending of Mass Effect 3. Don’t read on if that’s an issue.
On Tuesday, 16th of April, 2013, I returned to the New South Wales Writer’s Centre with Kate. It had been almost precisely eight months since we were last there, to dine on spit roast, eat delicious cake (apparently a trend at the NSWWC), and oh yes, get married.
The idea for this post comes from Kat, the mind behind “Midnight is for Writing“. See, rather than wait for inspiration to strike, sometimes I’ll prompt people into prompting me. Lazy? Maybe. Inspired? Maybe. Probably neither? Almost definitely. So, it’s been recommended that I write about pace.
I started this blog, back at the start of December 2012. I wanted to do something that sat somewhere in between two of my old blogs – the levity of one, and the content of the other. Well, a bit of both.
I’m not being alarmist. I swear I’m not. At the back of your mind, you, Writer, have always known that there was something off about your characters. You’ve read them over and over, tried to understand what they were doing in your story, but always felt unsettled by their presence. Were you just paranoid? Were you just doubting your characters instead of doubting yourself? Was it all just IN YOUR MIND?
Writers bear a wonderful burden. They’re the only ones that can put the exact story they’ve imagined into words so that others can experience it too. Even the most horrible procrastinator that gets no further than an outline, or concept, or title… they experience a piece of creativity that few others will ever see.
Buzzwords Ahoy! So yeah, this is going to get weird. If you just want the challenge, skip to the bottom. Main content contains masked spoilers for Bioshock Infinite, and Far Cry 3. Challenge has spoilers for Firefly/Serenity, and Lord of the Rings.