Thursday, March 30, 2017

Camp NaNoWriMo 2017

Guys. Guys. I just realized that Camp NaNoWriMo is happening in a few days.

Considering that it's mentioned many times in the semester, I think it's (hopefully) not too late to mention that, starting April 1st (and it's no joke) is Camp NaNoWriMo. Similar to the regular NaNoWriMo in November, you are given a writing goal to complete during the month.

However, 50,000 words in a month? Not everyone can do that (including me).

Camp NaNoWriMo is different though. You choose the word count goal that you want to complete. 50k words not doable? Change it to 40k. Or 30k. Or even 10k if you can't manage that. Or set your goal to be in minutes or hours instead of words (for those hurting for time). Or lines (for you poetically inclined people). Or pages, if you prefer to see progress that way. It's super flexible and you have no excuse for not having at least attempted it.

What's amazing about it is regardless of the goal you've entered in your settings for Camp NaNoWriMo, if you complete it you can still get the "winner's prizes" at the end of the month.

And what's even more amazing about Camp NaNoWriMo?

After filling out your profile and your project's information you have the option to get sorted into a cabin based on your answers to people who have similar writing tastes as you. Or completely random, if you're into that kind of thing.

Of even make up a cabin with people you know. (Hint, hint.)

There's a communal "shout box" of sorts that you have with your cabin mates, so if you want to ask the other writers for some advice? Feel free to use it. Want to rant about how Starbucks failed to spell your name right on the cup for the umpteenth time as you were just going to sit down and write your novel? Go right on ahead. Got a quote you think would help others? You know the drill.

If any of you guys are interested and want to join my cabin for a month of writing and crying about failing daily word-count quotas with the occasional word of encouragement (and trying to keep up with all the experiments for Creative Writing), you should totally tell me your username for your NaNoWriMo account (though make sure you create your profile and enter information about your novel and keep that bottom box for cabin options unchecked, since those are the requirements for me to send an invite).

Hello, my username is Arelle, and I am a part of cabin "INSERT COOL CABIN NAME HERE." I created a brand new account for this instead using my old account from NaNoWriMos past. None shall see the horror that is my old projects. Muahahahaha!

And don't worry, I can change cabin names. I just hate naming things.

You should totally do it. You're already writing for creative writing, right? Might as well get something extra out of it while you're at it.

Please. I'm so lonely in my cabin. I'm going to end up shoving all the bed bunks together and have my own bed-bunk fortress of loneliness.

And fret not should April come around and you want to join a private cabin. If you ever decide anytime during the month of April that you want to join, cabin administrators (like me) are still able to send out invitations.

EDIT: Just realized that I didn't put a link to Camp NaNoWriMo, for those lazy like me, haha.

Camp NaNoWriMo

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Word Count Wednesday - 29 March 2017

Things I worked on this week:

Chapter 2 of my fantasy novel: 1839 words

Long journal post thing that I decided to take off my blog: 3230 words

That post detailing my script for my attempt at an audio recording: 913 words

Chapter 6 of my super secret sequel (still in progress): 240 words

Total word count for my week of writing feverishly: 6222 words


What am I working on?

Naturally, I'm working on chapter 3 of my fantasy novel thing, so there's that. I'm also working on the next experiment for class, especially with one of the characters of my fantasy novel since (like his character) he ended up catching me by surprise at how much he's manipulating his way into the story. I think it's a good idea that I figure him out before I continue the plot with him, don't you think? I'm also going to try my hand at one of the forms of poetry detailed in the handout in class today.

It totally escaped my attention for a good few weeks, but I'm going to work on that short story that I ended up not submitting to the Review as a backup. I think now's a good time for me to continue now that I've got a bit more information about how, culturally, my parents feel about the Philippine myth of the manananggal.

Still working on that chapter 6 thing from the list up above. Baby steps. Baby steps.

And now that my love of writing has caught the attention of one of my church members, I've been tasked with writing a short story that is underwater-themed for the Sunday School children. So that's going to be put on my list of projects I'm going to work on this week (if I ever really get to any of them). Just to make things more complicated, I'm making my partner-in-crime create puppets for the characters in the children's story.


How do I feel about the process?

Enjoying it, as always. Except for the poetry part. I need to work on my poetry skills, and I'm despising every moment of it. I'm half-tempted to have my brother or sister write poetry for me and turning it in as my assignment, but that's "academically unacceptable" and "cheating" and "stealing" so... I'm not.

I'm really liking how much I was able to get done last week. Here's to hoping that I'll be able to accomplish the same this coming week.

Also, the fish story (it didn't have to be about fish, but that's what it ended up being) for the children is a huge change and a sigh of relief for me right now. Considering that it's only for the little children, I don't have to impress them with convoluted plot development and turn it in for an assignment. I don't have to venture out into unfamiliar territory to get a story together, doubting my skills as a writer over and over every single time I type out a word.

I know these kids. I know what they like. I know what impresses them (they're easily impressed). I know what satisfies them in a story. And the lesson that needs to be taught within the story is something that spouted out dozens of ideas in my head when I first heard the prompt. I guess this just proves to me that if I know the answer to the question, "Who is your ideal audience?" it makes things a million times easier.

I guess I need to learn that sometimes, simpler is better.

Though, earlier in the week, I injured my wrist. I guess I'm just going to see how that's going to affect my ability to type. I fortunately don't move my wrists much when typing, so I guess not very much. My piano-playing on the other hand... that cuts me deep in my soul.

When it comes to round two at wrangling that horrible vacuum cleaner, I'm going to bring my old karate sparring gloves. I'm not going easy on it this time.


What am I reading?

Umm... nothing this week, sadly. I used up all my reading time to write, and it's likely going to be the case this week. I also spent a good portion of it trying to get that recording I posted on Monday. Dang, if only I knew someone else who was willing to read my script. At least then it wouldn't feel like it ended up being a waste.

I read some news articles, at the very least. But then I stopped because the news tends to make me angry, so then I escape into my made-up world to forget about it. Time will tell if this is an acceptable way of dealing with my problems.


What else am I doing?

In the form of watching things, I guess I'm the weird one out. I don't find watching anything movie or television-show related able to catch my interest. Instead, I'm either playing my piano and getting frustrated (Chopin and his weird penchant to write 22 notes in one measure in his 6/4 time signature--I can't count that in my head, you monster!--freaking Debussy and his lack of logical structure, Mozart and his boring logical structure, Beethoven and his ability to compose the most stupidly complicated things whilst deaf, and don't get me started on whenever I'm requested to play Bach. No. Please, for the love of... just... no. I'd rather bang my head on the keys, thanks), wondering why I didn't decide to go the jazz or rock route but then realizing that my hands are just too tiny for any of that stuff anything piano-related so I just take what I have and roll with it; or sleeping; or doing boring things with Physics; or playing video games (which, I'll admit, eats up way too much of my time best spent being productive).

So yeah, in other words, my life is revolving around writing right now, and so there's nothing else interesting that's worth noting. I'm actually okay with that.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Chopin's Nocturne in C# Minor

As performed by yours truly. You may listen to it here with this very handy link.

I spent about thirty minutes writing a short script to accompany this recording, and then hours and hours and hours of tirelessly trying to record a piano performance that was perfect. Sadly, that didn't happen, or maybe ever. I've been playing the piano for going on fourteen years now. Never have I ever played a single piece that would fit the standards befitting of a classically-trained musician. I always make a mistake somewhere (and that is not an exaggeration).

But I finally got a recording that I deemed alright, and I got set to recording the words to accompany it.

It was at that moment, I remembered how much I hated the sound of my own voice. Ugh.

Because of that, I completely scrapped the audio to my voice and decided to just forego the audio recording experiment.

But all that work and effort I did to try to scrounge something together. I decided to just shove the script and the music recording here to commemorate the moment that I realized that podcasting or storytelling verbally just wasn't my thing.

Here's the script (with mistakes and personal notes and all):

The basement was dim and musky. The wallpaper molding and peeling under its own weight. Footsteps of mercenaries rumbled above. Cries of captives pleading for their lives, for mercy from people they knew would not show them any. Captives that I knew were lined up with their backs to a row of firearms. Captives that I knew would die today.

I knew, because I was one of them.

I was singled out. Out of hundreds, I was the only one sent to the basement to meet the leader. I feared the worst. I feared a fate worse than death.

But upon entering that foul-smelling basement, I almost cried tears of shocked wonder.

In the middle of the room, untouched by the lawless, apocalyptic destruction above, was a piano.

Its glossy finish was pristine, the whites of the keys free from grime. A preserved relic from an age I knew I would never see again.

"I heard you know how to play," their leader said. "You were once a student, no?"

"Once," I replied. "It's been years since I've seen one, much less played one."

"For your sake, let's hope you still can," he said.

I took my place on the bench before the instrument. I played a few quick scales to get a feel for the keys. It astounded me to know that the piano was in tune.

I paused and gauged the faces of my audience. Attentive. Interested. Impatient.

I closed my eyes and tried to recall the pieces I used to practice, the sheets of paper that I was sure to never forget since they were burned into my retinas through hours and hours of practice.

And then. I began to play.

(play first line)

It was at that moment I realized that my heart yearned for this. It had been too long since I was able to enjoy one of my favorite pastimes. It had been too long since I heard music ever since the botched end of the war.

Each note I played carried the years of worry and fear and pain through my fingers into the instrument before me. Each trill marked the height of my emotions. Each run eased the ache of my soul.

Every note brought me back to a time when the majority of my worries surrounded my next exam instead of being captured by heartless monsters.

But then my hands felt unsure upon the keyboard. I had made a mistake in choosing this piece to play. Never in my life had I perfected this piece. I paused in places I wasn't meant to. Slipped in notes that didn't exist in the sheet music I practiced with.

I grew tense, fearing the inevitable moment when I would falter and create a sour note.

There.

I expected to be shot then and there.

But the deed was done. So I continued on as confidently as I could, the intense desire to continue the piece despite the risk of death due to making more mistakes.

The last notes were played.

They placed a bag over my head. Hurried footsteps escorted me from the basement.

They removed the cover and shoved me to the ground.

"He liked your playing. Start running and don't look back." they told me.

I did what I was told, expecting a bullet to strike me in the back.

It didn't come.

I looked down at my hands. Despite years of their lack of care, my hands still remembered how to reach out and touch an era humanity had long forgotten.

And somehow, it was enough to save my life.

I based it off of an actual story that is attached to this particular piece by Chopin.

Natalia Karp and her sister were saved by her own rendition of this piece during the Holocaust, the Nazi officer she performed it for impressed by her performance.

I guess in a way, knowing that story, I decided to nix the project. Sometimes, a story like that is better left told plain as day with no fanfare or poetic license. I've wanted to research more about the event, but as it is, all I know of Natalia Karp and her life-saving performance are only a few sentences in her wikipedia page.

Friday, March 24, 2017

The Blighted Earth - Chapter 2


The following day turned out to be just as aggravatingly cold as the previous one.

But at least the sun was out, and that meant that the lake was thawed and I could go back to the never-snowy city of Avamir. I could go back to the normalcy of tending to the royal gardens for the rest of my life. I could go back to living under the shadow of success instead of seizing that opportunity myself. I could go back to pretending that everything was alright and that the future of the kingdom wasn't under the threat of imminent destruction anytime soon. I could return home with a least a little bit of dignity left.

Could.

Instead, I decided to try my chances and speak with the duchess. I wanted to feel surprised as I told the maid that answered the door that Prince Ejas Avamir himself sent me back to the estate, I couldn’t. It was like attending the academy all over again. Except more intimidating.

The Blighted Earth - Chapter 1

(Title and the post's contents are subject to change.)

There were many things the Academy of Avamir had taught me.

How to write an abstract on my experiment of the effects of a magically-grown weed compared to a nature-grown one, how to circumvent sabotage of said experiment because a pyromaniac elementalist wanted payback for someone growing a topiary in life-sized caricature of her ex-fiancé, how to write a letter to the Headmaster of the academy that I was not the horticulturist responsible for the event.

For all that I’ve learned, nothing could have prepared me with the task of presenting the proposal of exploration of the Blight to Duke Azunas of Gavallande. The elementalist fiasco possibly, but she was nothing in comparison to the nobleman.

“No,” the duke said, setting down my written proposal onto the wooden desk in front of him.

“If I may explain further, Your Excellency,” I said, “I believe it’s prudent that I make this expedition. There are signs in the earth that–“

“Whatever your reasons are, Mr. Cael, no one has passed through the gates to the other side of the mountain in centuries. For your safety, I suggest you keep it that way.”

“Your Excellency, you know I–“

“You want my permission? I am not giving it to you.”

“But–“

“No.”

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Word Count Wednesday - 22 March 2017

Spring break has ended. School has started up again. Man, I really missed typing out Word Count Wednesday on the really "click-clacky" keyboards of the campus computers last week. I had to make do with my really silent Mac keyboard at home, and it just wasn't the same.


Things I worked on last week:

I tried my hand on the adventure plot, and, thanks to some prior inspiration from a fellow classmate (thanks Michael), got a bit of something going with this new character I've created to fit an adventure plot. After reading the Master Plots book, Alir is more of a person who would be more "quest-y" than "adventure-y." But given the idea that the story should have something to do about the sea, Alaellyn materialized into existence, practically begging me to tell her story.

Yeah, sometimes characters just waltz up into my thinking train and talk to me. Insanity? Perhaps, but it's only worrying if it's hindering my day-to-day functions, right?

I'm also working on editing my first narrative with the suggestions I got, and I've also started on chapter two.


What am I working on?

This week, I hope to get more done with my adventure plot (I've come to really like Alaellyn, whoops). I'm also still working on chapter two of my "quest" narrative I presented in class. Hopefully it'll be able to clear the air about Alir and his desires to go to a place no one wants to set foot in. Hopefully I'll be able to make it work.

I'm also trying to work on the next chapter of my little "fan series" that somehow developed a following I didn't intend. Did I say little? Actually, it's huge (at least in my perspective), approaching a total of over 200k words. And all of that is me just writing for the sake of writing and not wanting to create characters of my own because I was lazy.


How do I feel about the process?

The spring break was really needed, because now I'm feeling refreshed and ready to write a whole lot again. Look out, world, Jodee's going to bog you down with her long-winded superfluous typing extravaganza.

I'm feeling a bit worried, though, since for some reason during the spring break, I've been unable to hand-write anything legible. It comes and it goes, and it's happened before, so I'm not too anxious about it, though it is annoying. Thank goodness for the language I created, since it needs very simple hand movements to be written and doesn't need the concise loops found in writing English. Fortunately, playing the piano and typing doesn't seem to be hindered. I'm thinking it has to do with my weird kind of migraines I get that affect my five senses or something.

I am, however, feeling really paranoid about the tiny following I've gotten over the completely-not-intended-for-anyone-but-me fan fiction that I've picked up again. Now that these people have made their presence known and their desire for me to put out more and more, I'm a bit more concerned about the day when I lose the balance between the enjoyment of the story and the want to continue to entertain my audience. Sure, I could just ignore them and just drop it without considering them, but I've been on the other end of that exchange countless times in the past. Fortunately, that day has not come yet and it doesn't seem to want to end anytime soon.

As for what I'm working on for my Creative Writing class, I've come to appreciate the ways that characters "approach" me when I want to write a story. Alir was the kind of person who would ask me, "Can I have a moment of your time? I think this might interest you."

Alaellyn, on the other hand, seems more like, "Wow, do I have a story to tell you."

It made me realize that I built their personalities around how they would ask me to write their journeys, and I think it's come off that way in what their story formed around. They both have grown up and lived on the island of Sülkoras, both are educated at around the same level, both are (at least I hope to portray this correctly) self-made successes. Heck, Alaellyn is even an ancestor of Alir. (At least that's what I like to imagine. No telling if that might get hinted at in either of their stories.)

But that little thought experiment where I imagined them approaching me one day to write their biography or something, I guess I really like how it helps me in my "pantser" ways. It tells me a lot about how they would react to whatever situation I've decided to place them in. It also helped me decide that Alir's story was going to be told in first person (because he seems more thought-oriented) and that Alaellyn's story was going to be told in third person (because she seems more action-oriented).

It's amusing to me to know that, for quite some time, I've had this little inkling of an idea about a world the island of Sülkoras exists in and during this semester I've actually made attempts to develop it even further. After that was done, I struggled with, "Okay, you've got the place, Jodee. Now what story do you want to tell?"

Out of all the people I've imagined living there. Out of all the possible stories that I've followed in my head of the people that live there. (One time I followed a baker and his route to make deliveries around one of the towns for a good two hours of boredom while in Physics class.) Out of every moment in history that I've made of the island, for some reason these two characters "approached" me. Sure, others have, too, but they've hinged upon the actions of Alir and Alaellyn first and foremost. (Even one of the royalty of the island "approached" me, but even then it redirected back to Alir.)

I'm just hoping these two are able to carry the weights of their plots throughout every scenario I'm throwing at them. Because if they aren't, well... they're just going back into my file cabinet, never to be revisited until many years from now.

Hopefully you guys don't think me insane with how my thought process works, hahaha.


What am I reading?

I finally finished The Dream Giver with my youth group. Man, I love the feeling of satisfaction once you've finished a book.


Other things I've been doing:

Since my other main hobby is playing the piano, I've been working on trying to perfect Chopin's Nocturne in C# Minor for the longest time. Oh, if only I had longer fingers. I'm considering posting a performance on this blog as a birthday present to everyone (and myself, since I've rarely heard myself play before).

Also, side note to any classmates reading this: if you want to hear me play something for you after class, you can head over to the practice rooms over in the music building on campus and I'll gladly give you personal concert by yours truly :)

Monday, March 20, 2017

As the Winds Blow - Chapter 1

(Ugh, not much to share, but it's what I've got so far. It's more of an exploration of character than anything right now.)

"That would be fifty."

"Fifty? You said thirty earlier!"

"I said thirty for the fare. You want room and board? Twenty on top of that."

The client rumbled a grunt of frustration from the back of his throat and pulled a coin purse out of his pocket. Alaellyn grinned in triumph and snatched the payment from the man. She leaned against the main mast of the ship and crossed her arms, smug.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

A Rose by Any Other Name

(Please don't mind the overused, cliché title.)

One of the most annoying and frustrating things for me to deal with in writing is naming things.

Naming the work. Naming the chapter. Naming the place. Naming the character. Naming this, naming that, yadda, yadda, yadda.

While naming the work/chapter has a weight to it that drives my anxiety into overdrive (Is it too cliché? Is it attention-grabbing? Does it make sense?), places and characters are a whole different world of frustrating that I must deal with.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Word Count Wednesday - 15 March 2017

Things I worked on this week:

Uhhh... nothing.

Hey, I wrote over 5000 words last week, I'm giving myself a bit of a breather and enjoying my spring break.


What am I working on?

While I did pretty much little to no writing this week, I am still working on my next experiment. I'm just seriously blanking on adventure ideas.

Okay, I have one idea, not a good one, but hopefully it will help me with building the world that my novel-length maybe-epic takes place in. And just so I don't forget (or lose any records like my other work I lost recently), it's going to be a "legend" of sorts.


How do I feel about the process?

Feeling good, though a bit iffy since I'm working as a "plotter" in this case rather than a "pantser." From reading the chapter on the adventure plot, it definitely calls for some (a lot) of planning so that it all ties in. I've come to understand that I'm more of a "quest" writer than an "adventure" writer, something about my writing abilities I've never known before. I'm really happy that I figured out the boundaries of my comfort zone and in writing an adventure, I can hopefully develop my skills further.

What am I reading?

I finished On Writing as well as the Master Plots book. Other than that, a whole lotta nada when it comes to the physical paper books that's the norm. While I was away on my "conference trip," I just read a lot of the blogs, and they are fantastic this week.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

J'ai fait un pet...

The world is exactly the same except your hair turns highlighter pink when you hear a fart.

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...or what was supposed to be experiment number 6 but like my submission to the Review, it's now lost to me in cyberspace and there is no way for me to retrieve it.

So instead, my dear readers, you get an unplanned rant.

I had been waiting for the good part of a month for the day that I get news for my submission to the Moorpark Review. I lost even a little sleep over it because it's the first time I had ever had editors of any kind having their eyes on something I've written.

The day had finally come! A classmate from the Review announced that people would be recieveing emails whether or not their submission got in! Joyous day!

But guess what happened?

I didn't remember which email I used to create my account.

No matter, I'll figure it out.

In the chance that it didn't get in, I wanted to publish my submission on my blog for my own posterity. So I decided to log in to SuRePub and grab that copy I submitted since it was the final, polished version that I had (since prior to this the file got corrupted on my computer) and I was super glad that I am able to log in and view that copy at any time.

But then I couldn't remember my password.

Ah, no matter. They have a "forgot password" link. No biggie.

I knew my username, so it wasn't terrible.

It told me that it sent a new password to my email.

Oh good! Two birds in one stone: I get my document, and I figure out what email I used to create my account.

And then... an hour passed. Two hours. Checked every corner of every single freaking email that I own. Three hours. Nothing.

Then I suddenly rememebered my password! Yes!

Then... I figured out that it won't take it. Because it changed it and sent the new password to some email I'm beginning to doubt that I entered in correctly.

Oh well, might as well work on experiment 6.

Or so I thought.

I finished it. I published it. It turned up on my feed saying there's a new post on my blog. But blogger completely LOST my work. Ugh.

So I'm throwing my hands in the air and saying, "I give up!"

It feels as if the universe doesn't want me to publish anything. I'm not supersitious or anything, but I think this is probably an omen saying that I need to take it easy because this whole hoopla is getting my blood pressure rising, and I don't like that feeling.

Word Count Wednesday - 8 March 2017

Things I worked on this week:

A chapter of this... erm... "fan work" that I've written since the start of the summer last year (I'm embarrassed enough mentioning that I write things like this): 2000+ words

This really long journal entry that I considered not being a part of my word count, but it took me more time to write it than I'd care to admit so I'm adding that into my word count: 3000+ words

My "backup submission" for the Moorpark Review (which I ended up not submitting since I didn't finish it): 600+ words

Total word count from this week: 5600+ words

Oh, and I'm super disappointed that I don't remember my password or associated email with the SuRePub site for the Moorpark Review because I was hoping to post that thing I wrote to post on here should it have been rejected. (And I have no way to know if I even entered in my email right for that registration process for the account. Darn my luck.)

What am I working on?

I guess working on that... "fan fiction" thing counts, so I'm working on that right now. It helped me out of my writer's block, as much as it embarrasses me to admit, but whatever works, eh?

I'm also hoping to work on Experiments #6 and #7, but considering that starting tomorrow I'm going on a trip, I might not have enough time to write. Or I just might have too much time to write, since it's more of a "conference" type of setting than for actual leisure.

I'm also hoping to finish that short story I started on last week. I'm likely just going to publish it here on this blog at some point. It's about a girl who wants to hunt vampires but ends up with the task of hunting a "manananggal" instead. (A manananggal is the Philippine's equivalent to a vampire, but... different, which the main character is going to find out.)


How do I feel about the process?

Quite amazing, despite the huge dent in my sleeping schedule this week. While three hours of sleep on average sounds horrible, one needs to account that there were days I just slept for the recommended (I think it's recommended?) six hours of sleep for the night.

But then again, there are those nights where I just would forego sleep altogether. Ah well, I can function like this for a while (I'm having too much fun writing right now). That trip I mentioned earlier is definitely coming at the right moment for me since I can finally get back to sleeping rather normally. Well, as normal as someone who's habitually nocturnal could "sleep normally."

As for the fan fiction writing thing and my feelings regarding it, a big reason why I've gone back into it was that there was another writer on the site my account is on that told me (and I off-quote this so it's not as easily traced because I still hang my head in shame for being a fan fiction writer) "[Your series] actually inspired me to write these." And this was after me giving them praise for their writing talents because they were a magnificent writer.

Wow. Even more wow. This writer telling me this both honored me and humbled me. I don't know who this person is, or what their background is, or anything about them other than they're incredibly talented (even though the plot takes place in a copyrighted setting), and I actually took some notes on how they wrote to improve my own abilities.

And I guess this moment just encouraged me to continue my pursuits in writing, because at the very heart of what I ultimately want to do is to inspire, encourage, and also entertain the reader. To know that I've actually accomplished that for at least one person out there? Wow! (I say that a lot, but honestly I can't express this feeling in words, despite my tendency to be long-winded.)

In other words, that moment helped to crack that little cement block in my psyche that I like to call "Writer's block."

As for how I feel about my writing process this week (and I guess last week because it's overflowing into this week), I feel great! I've finally found the drive and energy to write like mad again, and there's no way I'm not going to take advantage of moments like these. And to add the little cherry on top of the banana-split sundae reminiscent of the time I went to the Santa Monica Pier for my 21st birthday (which I never got to finish because it was so magnificently full of ice-cream and toppings galore), the chapter my experiment #7 is on the "Adventure plot."

An enthusiasm I couldn't hope to contain in the middle of class today. Hey, at least I don't hide my excitement?


What am I reading now?

I really need to catch up on the On Writing book, and I can't wait to pore over the chapter assigned to me in 20 Master Plots and How to Write Them. I'm also still reading The Dream Giver with my church's college-aged youth group, and I feel like the chapter we just went over came at a pretty opportune time in my life since it was about pursuing your dream but staying careful to not neglect the other things that should come first in your life. Advice obviously directed toward young adults, but hey, better to learn that lesson earlier on, right?

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Word Count Wednesday - 1 March 2017

Things I worked on this week:

A short poem that I posted earlier in the week. And that's it.


What am I working on?

I've got ideas finally buzzing around in my head again. So right now I'm working on those, as well as fixing my narrative that I turned in a few weeks ago. I'm also working on a short story I hope to turn in to the Moorpark Review. Yeah I know, last minute, but the other one I submitted felt a bit... meh, so I'm working on this one to hopefully increase my chances of getting something published. Or not, if my writing skills need to be developed further before I can get to that point.


How do I feel about the process?

I'm feeling pretty good again. Last month was filled with a lot of things that brought up a lot of sadness and dampened my creativity like crazy, but given that and the fact that I feel up to writing again, I'm really pleased. I'm predicting another cloudy month for me in April, but that's a month away. I'm cracking my knuckles (figuratively, since I hate the sound of popping joints) and getting things done as much as possible before that month swings around.


What am I reading now?

The usual: On Writing and The Dream Giver. Got a few more pages in to Les Misérables, but I'm certainly missing the first time I read it in class in high school. The helpful notes my English teacher would give the class during the reading are something I really need, hahaha. At least it's not feeling like that one time I read Gone with the Wind on my own. While I like reading historical fiction and period pieces, the romance in it kinda made me hate reading it. Interesting, but I don't want to read it again, no thanks.

At least Les Mis and Gone with the Wind isn't as long as War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, that's for sure.