So have having a really nice rolling start on NaNoWriMo, I got hit with depression after the USA Elections. The useless depression where all you feel is a need to survive, draining every drop of creativity. And so that killed NaNoWriMo for me. It’s taken me some time to get over it, and the voices are starting to come back, despite the rapid colds tearing its way through the household and physical injury that makes working at a computer a challenge.
On the upside, Christmas Holiday’s were very lovely, and certainly a healthy end to one very sad year. 2016 was not the worst year for me, but it definitely wasn’t entirely the best. Favorite actors and musicians passed on, the politics this year were brutal. Not to mention the chaos of my personal life of a lot of job changing and the insecurity that comes with.
2017 however welcomes good thing. Which include a new page in a new book. Time to put aside 2016 and start writing the stories of 2017.
Stories don’t always come easily to writers. Sometimes we get major writers block, and it leaves us struggling to find words. Sometimes I have to sit on an idea for months before the simplest of synopsis comes to me, while other times I have a character that is so chatty that words just can’t be written fast enough.
I have on character I’m co-writing a story with that is now letting a few other muses spring forward. Including two short stories, and now my NaNoWriMo story. It’s taken me til day 6 to find the right muse I wanted to work with, and I must credit my friend Matt who helped me find it.
Here is to 50,000 works in
30 24 days!
Once upon a tile I wrote a lot of poetry. I wove it into stories like song lyrics. It took a bit for me to realize I had not written much in the form of poetry in at least eight years. So I sat down and scribbled a little something. Nothing crazy, but just a trail of thought with a lot of ‘enter’ key hits. Because, you know that is poetry too.
Sometimes the heart finds a hole
Lonely between the stars that surround
When words that fit on paper better than tears
When did the words disappear
Only to be replaced by nothing at all
Mystery that changes with each page turned
There were once stories that touched
That healed the soul
Broke apart the dead so that the heart could grow
Where did the heart go
Where did the words go
Leaving behind a hole among the stars
Alone but not lonely
Lonely but not alone
How can there be both among the stars
Or is it the hole deep in the earth
These are not stars
These are candles flickering
Deep in this dark hole
Paths obscured by the soft glow
Shadows and figures wander aimlessly
When did I forget how to simply dream?
an overwhelming urge to run away.
Writing Prompt: Write of a time where you had to fight with yourself to not run away. Did you win or did you run?
Pre-fun, the sense of enjoyment felt before a party or event takes place.
Writing Prompt: Write 250 – 500 words inspired by the above theme.
A change of scenery is a relatively helpful tool in kick-starting a muse. Vacation can be the perfect starter to really get you motivated into exploring the tones and nuances that could inspire that next voice in your prose.
However, when that vacation involves a lot of family meetings and looking after two very young kids finding free time to even settle into a bit of a writing is quite difficult. While I can knit some things because it is socially acceptable when keeping the company of others, finding a corner with your headset, or even doodling notes on a notepad just encourages frowns and questions you do not necessarily want to share the answers for.
No, the past week and half of vacation was not helpful in getting any writing done. I suspect it will be easier for it to be more acceptable once I have a few books published. #lifegoals
I will persist. Life will continue but I will carve within it a piece for me to find the words I want to speak. Exploring the idea of writing for publication instead of just writing for me has its own novelty to it. Now I need to make sure that I keep the pace moving forward and improve the efficiency of that time I DO get for writing.