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Brew Your Muse!

I’ve come to the realization that inspiration always strikes when I’m elbow deep in something that can’t be dropped for the sake of a notepad and pen.  No exceptions. I could sit at the computer for three straight days and not have as many amazing ideas as I do when I’m in the shower, washing dishes, or walking my dog.  And, naturally, before I’m done the task, someone or something always managed to distract me enough that the ideas go right out of my head.

Are you guys ready for my crazy solutions to this problem?  Okay.  Good.  Please feel free to laugh, I don’t mind.

  1. Verbalizing the idea. In short?  Talking to myself.  My family must think I’m batshit crazy because I stand in the shower and work out plot details out loud.  It comes from that whole “hear it, see it, do it” method of teaching that gets kids to remember things better.  I’m talking and listening to myself at the same time, and it helps to cement it in my memory.  Like repeating a person’s name when you meet them, so you’re more likely to remember it later.  =]
  2. Record it! I don’t do this one, personally, because I hate listening to my own voice.  I have friends that swear by recording their ideas onto their cell phone.  It’s the one thing most people always have with them, right?
  3. Repetition. This one is boring.  Think it over and over and over.  Boring.  But it gets the job done, usually, until you can run like hell to a notebook and scribble the brilliance onto a page.
  4. Avoid talking to people. Seriously.  Nothing will kill your train of thought like unrelated conversation.  Also, don’t put yourself in a zone to the point where you almost get hit by a car.  I’m very lucky to still have my legs from the knee down. >_>
  5. Maybe it’s just in my case, but don’t listen to music with lyrics. Music with lyrics KILLS my train of thought, and I end up rocking out and feeling something completely different by the time a song is over.

What’s the point of exploding awesome ideas into your head if you can’t remember them, right?  I’ve heard that “if the idea is really great, then you’ll remember it sooner or later.”  Maybe for some people, but most of my great ideas are pretty fleeting.  I blame my very-much-undiagnosed ADD, I don’t know about you guys.

No matter where your Muse percolates its awesome ideas, try not to lose them.  One of them may turn out to be the best thing you ever write.  =]

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New Projects and the Commonwealth of Massachusetts

So, I mentioned in my FFT post that I was planning a new on-going project, just to kill time and keep my brain from exploding.  I love my WiP, and writing Z, Gage, and Periss is hilarious and amazing, but I’ve been getting the itch for something new.  I do that so often, it’s retarded.  I have fiction ADD.  I think I need a support group.

Anyway, I’ve decided on a fantasy theme, a blend of modern America and kind of an Alexander the Great-era Middle East.  I don’t know quite how I’m going to pull it off yet, but I’m working on it.

And names.  I used to love naming characters, now I friggin’ hate it.  It was my favorite part, and somehow it’s gotten to be a part of the process that makes me beat my head against my desk.  I have three characters that need names, and I’m dreading it.

I do have a basic plot outline, though.  I’ll flesh it out a little more tomorrow, and I’ll steal a little freedom from my main WiP for awhile.

On a weird side note… everyone in my state is a jerk.  I read things about other people, and their experiences on their blogs or Facebook accounts, or… you know, whatever… and I’m like “WOW, that would not fly in Massachusetts!”  People are such raging douche bags here.  I mean, I’m an asshole to the core.  No joke.  But I SMILE at people in public, because it’s a courteous thing to do.  I hold doors for people, because I know I feel all “Kit SMASH!” when I’m inches behind someone and a door shuts in my face.

Common.  Courtesy.  Seriously.  Who raised these people?

There’s a time and a place to be an asshole.  It’s usually with my friends… who are equally brutal, sarcastic, and all-around-dicks.  We mesh well.  But I can conduct myself in public!  Why can’t the rest of the people in this Hell-washed state?

Pft.  Rant over.  Had to get that out of my system.  Thanks.  <3

***Also, to clarify, I don’t think I’m better than anyone.  The opposite is actually true.  I can genuinely behave like a bad person, and I know that most people are NOT bad people.  Why do they act like they are?  That’s all I’m getting at.***

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A Writer WRITES

A writer writes.

It’s an affirmation that I’ve been using to spur myself on for quite a long time now.  Sometimes it works, and gets me into a frenzy of fiction.  Sometimes it’s as dead in my mind as I feel my characters are on the page.  Regardless, it’s the one truth that’s given me quite a bit of motive to move on in my writing.

I want to be a writer.

I am a writer.

To continue being a writer, I need to write.  Some days are harder than others.  This is a difficult post for me to write (due to some serious insecurities about my writing, both quantity and quality) and so it’s a bit difficult for me to articulate, but let me stand back and take a breath… and try again.

Writing isn’t about getting paid to put your work into print.  It helps boost morale, of course.  It’s fun to think about.  Fantasies abound about what it might be like to live as a paid writer, sustained off of writing alone.  Terrifyingly unlikely for most of us.

Someone handing you a check because you wrote something doesn’t make you a writer.  Putting your soul on a page, giving others a part of yourself through the pieces you work hard on, writing to make yourself happy makes you as much a writer as anyone with a contract.  It isn’t about integrity or income.  It’s about what you have it inside you to do.

A writer writes. I hope that affirmation will give other amateur writers the confidence it’s given me (periodically.  I’m only human.  =]).

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Life change = appearance change

Every time something catastrophic/jarring/exciting happens in my life, it seems like I need to change something about myself physically.  Usually, it’s my hair.  I dye it some ridiculous color, chop it all off, etc.   My best friend and I have decided that we BOTH do it when a situation crops up that we just can’t control.

I suppose we’re fairly lucky, though.  At least it’s just our hair, and not an overwhelming need to drop fifty pounds in the span of a month, leading to unhealthy crash-diets, life explosions, and random collapses in public places, right?  Still, it feels like something that helps us FEEL in control seems so… unreasonable.  Like we’re grasping at something desperately, like sand slipping through our fingers, and suddenly decide that a drastic appearance change will TOTALLY help us get a handle on the situation.

Is that neurotic?  I feel like that’s a little neurotic.

I’ve also decided that my lack of control of my living situation is another reason I torment and torture the sanity out of at least 60% of the characters I write about.  That’s not okay, right?  I might have to look into therapy, just to give myself peace of mind.  Jeez.

ANYWAY–next post is about the handiness of curse words in writing… and also how ridiculously inappropriate they can be.  Stay tuned for THAT train wreck.  ~<3

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