oil, please…

I’ve gone rusty. Tried a couple of quickie exercises to oil up… Posting my “works,” in raw, un-edited form.

1. Write for Ten

I haven’t written in months. Joined NaNoWriMo last November and a few writing groups, but got waylaid (is this an actual word?) but a number of then-more-important things.

Last night I was reminded of THE VISION: To write Christian literature that will lead people to Christ and strengthen their faith in the Lord.

I had begun writing a novel, my first attempt, and now I just have to get my groove back and push, push, push myself to write on. Do I want to commit to finishing it this year? <pondering, pandering…>

A few more things that I’ve set my mind on this year, all of them significant: our baby project, my MSW thesis, my Dgroup in church, my Bible reading, my two-books-a-month target (so far successful with a book each month), GLC 2…oh, dear me.

No room for idleness then. I have got to work my ass off. And pray like there’s no tomorrow.

2. One Word – “Loss”

Oh, the loss of time…my everyday tragedy as I always end up wasting, throwing away precious minutes doing things that are of no real consequence.

<Taking a bow>

back to the drawing board

When I got started with ROW80 a few days ago, I was so excited that I launched into a series of episodes/scenes/pieces right away without following any sequence or referring to any blueprint. I had some sort of idea for my plot and some sense of what my characters would be like, and all those were enough since I was just getting started anyway. Right?

Then I read this and was brought back to earth faster than a skydiver without a parachute. My comment on the article:

Wow, I needed this reminder! I started a rough outline for my novel a few months ago and have also accomplished several character questionnaires, but now that I’m writing scenes I don’t even refer back to them anymore. Silly, silly me! Plus I’m not exactly helping myself by writing my scenes in no particular order. Direction-less much?

So  I took another look at my super rough outline (version as of 18th April 2011) and reflected on whether this was still where I wanted to take my novel. The answer? Not really. I’m virtually rubbing my palms together here, determined to think my plot through better and to come up with a revised outline that should guide me (more or less) in the next weeks. As I write this, I’m starting to have a clearer vision in my head of what I really want to happen. I just have to put my thoughts down and to organize my ideas. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to my super secret workroom now.

five minutes of freedom

Sarah rushed into the building, hoping to get the book she needed before the librarian went to lunch.

“Sorry, we’re closed.”

Her watch read, “11:55 a.m.”

Sarah stared open-mouthed at the sign, feeling the heat rush to her head. It was as if that single instance of disappointment catapulted her right into the dark, heavy cloud of despair that she’d been hell bent on evading.

Her dissertation was falling apart.

She just got a memo for missing all her deadlines at work.

The baby still had the flu.

And Paul…

She had no idea where he’d been for the last three days.

Sarah had to shut her eyes, willing to think away the nausea building inside her. Failing at it, she just blinked back her tears, shook her head lightly, and started walking aimlessly out into the front yard.

She sat at the first empty bench and watched the people around her — mostly undergraduate students, teenagers laughing and eating and discussing their lessons.

Oh, to be in their shoes again!

The sudden burst of breeze had Sarah snapping her head up in attention. It was a nice surprise; the air had been still all morning. She involuntarily closed her eyes, this time in pleasure as she took a deep breath and felt the coolness on her face and arms.

Sarah leaned back, enjoying her five minutes of freedom as the breeze kept blowing and as she allowed it to be the only thing filling her mind.

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Writing prompt, “five minutes of freedom,” courtesy of Inspiration Monday 🙂

Screenplays to learn from

Since I’m the absolute opposite of prolific today (as in the last few other-matters-drenched days), I’m just posting these links to some useful material: excerpts and commentary on two fantastic screenplays. Yey Scriptlab! 🙂

  1. (500) Days of Summer (2009)
  2. Inception (2010)
It just occurred to me now that both happen to star Joseph Gordon-Levitt 🙂 Purely coincidental, but since it came up, can I just say he’s been making great film choices! Cool dude.

30 Days, 30 Songs

Okay. Now I’m finding the itch to write and the letter-a-day things seems insufficient. Yet I’m still not ready to go back to working on my main project. So.

Decided to pair up each letter with a song. Got the idea while contemplating coming up with my life’s soundtrack; then I remembered this 30-day song challenge circulating in Facebook. So ripped it right off and thought of doing the challenge, though digressing just a bit to allow space for anomalies. Maybe some days I’ll come up with 5 songs, and some days with none and just a pile of (possibly related) story telling or mindless babbling instead.

Here’s the list:

  • day 01 – your favorite song
  • day 02 – your least favorite song
  • day 03 – a song that makes you happy
  • day 04 – a song that makes you sad
  • day 05 – a song that reminds you of someone
  • day 06 – a song that reminds you of somewhere
  • day 07 – a song that reminds you of a certain event
  • day 08 – a song that you know all the words to
  • day 09 – a song that you can dance to
  • day 10 – a song that makes you fall asleep
  • day 11 – a song from your favorite band
  • day 12 – a song from a band you hate
  • day 13 – a song that is a guilty pleasure
  • day 14 – a song that no one would expect you to love
  • day 15 – a song that describes you
  • day 16 – a song that you used to love but now hate
  • day 17 – a song that you hear often on the radio
  • day 18 – a song that you wish you heard on the radio
  • day 19 – a song from your favorite album
  • day 20 – a song that you listen to when you’re angry
  • day 21 – a song that you listen to when you’re happy
  • day 22 – a song that you listen to when you’re sad
  • day 23 – a song that you want to play at your wedding
  • day 24 – a song that you want to play at your funeral
  • day 25 – a song that makes you laugh
  • day 26 – a song that you can play on an instrument
  • day 27 – a song that you wish you could play
  • day 28 – a song that makes you feel guilty
  • day 29 – a song from your childhood
  • day 30 – your favorite song at this time last year
Rubbing my palms together now. Next entry: Song #1



encouragement

Got nice feedback for the original draft of Rendezvous (dialogue setup) from peers in a writing community. Just felt encouraged to press on and do better and better still.

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I suspect the reason that this piece slipped to the second page without a single comment is simply that there is little to flaw. I like you writing, it flows well, and I couldn’t help wondering what her story was – if you’d care to share, I’d be happy to read it. Well done.

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The paragraph were she sees the reb blob on the table is somewhat distracting to me. I guess that’s because in my mind, unless the room is the size of a football field and she couldn’t clearly make him out sitting at the table, a woman would know almost immediately, perhaps instinctively, what they were. Also, the line where her eyes meet his and the flowers take clearer form–I was thinking if she was looking into his eyes she wouldn’t also be looking at the flowers so they would be some fuzzy thing in her peripheral vision.

I really like the way you write. I find after reading this excerpt that I am dying to know what’s going on with her and this guy. Why is she breaking up with him? Are they having an affair? Is he abusive? Looking forward to reading more of your work.

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I enjoyed your story. Good, captivating writing. To catch things like the previous writer noted, I let my writing ferment for a week or so. Then it is easier to catch the boo boos.

Alas! I still miss seeing them a lot.

Keep on writing!
R.

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Weeee 🙂