I’ve just been nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award! Tricia Drammeh has nominated me, so I’m throwing out some nominations of my own!
The Rules of the Award:
- Display the award logo on your blog.
- Link back to the person who nominated you.
- State 7 things about yourself.
- Nominate 15 bloggers for this award and link to them.
- Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.
So, here are seven things about me:
- I’ve always wanted to be a novelist, and only recently found the cajones to jump in and do it.
- I’m engaged to my boyfriend of 10 years. (I know, right?)
- I used to live in Texas, and I miss my Momma. (And her sweet tea.)
- I’m seriously hooked on MMORPGs. I spent 7 years on World of Warcraft, and have recently moved to Guild Wars 2. (I also really love Minecraft. Stupid endermen. >:I)
- I love modern fantasy stuff, especially shifters, despite my first book being about Witches.
- I’m learning ASL (American Sign Language.) I want to be an Interpreter (if the book thing doesnt work out… maybe even if it does. Sign language is beautiful.)
- I’, writing my first book alongside my best buddy Maegan P. (We trade chapters and gush about each other’s characters… great fun!)
My nominees for the award:
- Tricia Drammeh (Thanks for the nom!)
- Maegan Provan (<3)
- Kate Jack
- Cathy Givans
- Nathaniel Tower
- Steve Vernon
- Robin Tidwell
- Cynthia Dumarin
- Jessica Schaub
- Anna Roberts
- Kyrsa Lee
- J. Koe
- Jack Harper
Go check these people out! Pronto! (Printo? Haha, book humor.)
I’ve done some of my worst writing today. Chapter 7 is a giant turd. I hate it. The good news is I know whats wrong with it, so thats helpful. It’ll probably be completely re-written in a later draft, but I’m still stuck driving through this slush of crappy phrases.
How do I get past this crap? Do I just soldier through? Not worry about? Maybe it’s not as turd-esque as I’m thinking?
….Can you tell I’m procrastinating again? >_> Chapter 7 has been haunting me for like, 3 days. >_< GO HOME CHAPTER 7, YOU’RE DRUNK,
Every once in a while in life you come across people who ‘speak your language’. Not literally speak your language, but people who “get” your “stuff”. Sometimes these people are friends, or teachers, or gaming buddies, or co-workers, or whatever.
These people are usually in the same sphere of things you’re passionate about. Sometimes they’re not. Regardless of thier passion, you see that same spark of determination and zeal in that as you do in yourself when you talk about a thing you love. Maybe it’s BMX biking for your buddy, and sewing for you. Maybe your best friend LOVES the SHIT out of cosplay, and you’re fucking bonkers for table top RPGs. Maybe your good work friend is serious about his music, and you’re going to school to pursue that graphic designer’s degree. Whatever it is, when you both are discussing that thing that drives you, it all sounds the same.
Maegan, my bestie and writing buddy, is about as close to being in my actual brain as humanely possible without a brain transplant, and she understands my drive. We have similar dreams, I think. But there are still others who ‘get it’.
For me, there’s also my work-buddy Kayla. She’s passionate about her photography, and I feel like she and I are cut form the same kind of cloth. Different colors on the same cloth, but the same cloth regardless. Photography is just another form of expression. My tools are a keyboard and a blank document; hers is a camera shutter. When she talks about how photography makes her happy, and about that moment when she realized she was serious about going after it, I heard my story in hers. I’d experienced that moment. I was driving to work and thinking, “What is this shit? My real dream job is back on that laptop at home.” It was one of those self-understanding kind of moments, and I knew exactly what she meant.
She recently had one of these epiphany-type moments, she told me, where you realize all the crap you’re doing doesnt really truly make you happy, and its about damn time to get up and pursue that thing you love. I was, in that moment, glad to be friends with someone who understood what it was like to have that ‘aha’-drive moment. I admire her for her determination, and I hope to emulate it.
When I decided to really, REALLY do this writing thing, my life changed. My perspective shifted, and I see things a little differently now. I know its going to be a lot of hard work, but I also know its going to be rewarding, and I’ve come to the realization that I’m immensely more content with my life now that I’ve decided to chase this thing they call ‘the dream’.
I’m not just “hoping it’ll happen one day”. I’m chasing this fucker down and hog-tying it to the truck I’m going to use to plow through all of my obstacles.
My point is, its nice to have other chasers in the arena with you, getting dirty, and trying to hog-tie their own bastard dream pig-things.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not in a bad mood or anything. It’s just that the weekend has totally wiped me out, and I can’t get my words to come out right. Rather than write a bunch of crap, I’ve opted to conveniently procrastinate instead. This is not productive, and if I was a dog, I’d be shamed with one of those little hand written signs. Really, I should be writing.
It’s not that I don’t want to. I really do. I’m just getting to the first big action-y HEE-YA part of the book. I just have this crappy feeling that it sounds lame, or it’s not coming out exactly right, or the characters are a little out of character. I don’t know what it is. It’s just not flowing as nicely as I’d like it to. I’m attributing this to the fatigue and slight tummy ache of still being kind of worn out from the weekend, but who really knows. Maybe it’s just one of those off kind of days.
I think the general remedy for this kind of writer’s block is just to write crap. Like, literally. You just write the crappy version and keep going, because thats what editing is for. But you know what? I wanna write it right the first time, dammit! >_<
Oh well. I’m hoping a good nights rest will keep me sane and creative. Maybe I’ll chisel out a bit more of this chapter and try and call it a night.
I don’t like writing crap, but I think it’s the only way I’ll be able to keep going. I can’t really just decide to ‘stop because I dont feel like it’, can I? No, not if I want to get it done in a timely manner, I don’t think. Music helps though. Thank god for music.
Crappy writing hooooooooooooooo~