I talk often about origin stories (as in, the origins of how I began to write in general, and the origin of certain stories). It can be humbling, figuring out where to start. I just found an old friend’s blog again after finally taking the time and reading the posts of a fellow author/blogger. Well… okay, I found it because I finally checked my non-school email. This author/blogger I’m talking about is a former colleague of my mother’s, when I worked with Queen City Forward in Charlotte, North Carolina for an internship. Tori Karlek is her name, and this is the post I am talking about: Why I Write. She talks about problems with actually sitting down and writing, and I do too, as does every author out there, no matter how big. And sometimes seeing a cliché message is what you need for the day, no matter how often you have seen it, because you see it at the right time. Yesterday I saw her post at the right time.
I have written for nine years of my life; long enough to backspace on my mistakes. I am writing this because if you are serious about writing, even if you never intend to publish, there are certain things you need to understand. Storytelling is a very personal action. We all strive to be proud of something we create, even if we are our own audience. Learn from some of my mistakes and explore what has gone right.
Happy Turkey Day, I hope everyone celebrating has gotten home safe with their loved ones! We take the tradition of saying, “I am thankful…” before dinner seriously. Personally I am thankful the ride home was smooth. I am also thankful for my family’s safety. I am thankful Mom is taking her life in stride and continues to be the moral guardian in my own life. I am thankful my brother is doing well in his classes and enjoying a strong social network. I am thankful my sister is getting the opportunity of a lifetime in Louisiana. I am thankful my grandmother is in good health and continues to be a strong link to family in other states, via stories of her early life in Florida.
One of my New Years Resolutions was to write a romance with no paranormal activity or violence; just a normal, sweet romance. What better time to start it than around one of the most romantic days of the year? The plot is simple. A man with Sideditus who must live with the disorder: every time he sneezes his body inexplicably jumps to the left. He is led to another person with the disorder and teaches them how to cope.
Johnny B. Truant, my new favorite author of Fat Vampire and Fat Vampire 2: Tastes Like Chicken mentioned that at some point all authors hate their stories. A few others have mentioned this too. It’s true. I hate Ruby Caves, a lot. The story has not come out like I wanted it too at all. I haven’t been telling any of you about it recently because I stopped writing it before it became unfixable. I couldn’t finish it until I knew where I was going and now I do. The road to Ruby Caves has been bumpy but I’ll get to the end, I swear.
I hated the fun-fest of a second chapter. A werewolf isn’t supposed to be a walking goober. They are a calculating animal with the brains of a human inside. Predators don’t like anyone getting close to their food. Jack the werewolf sure as hell isn’t going to let a couple of humans and their pesky dog walk that close. I haven’t read it yet, but I heard Michael Crichton had brilliant first encounter scenes in Jurassic Park. He knew how to reveal just the right amount of tension before having a full reveal.
Writing is an escape from reality and that is what I try to do. I am simply telling you dear readers how I cope with this world. I read, write, listen to music (occasionally), and cook. Harlan Ellison, a fiery author in his own rights, said something about people misconceiving authors as gods who sit lonely on top of mountains with their magical typewriters or computers. This was in a documentary on him a couple of years ago; so the wording could be fuzzy.
Here you can learn with me how to write. You can see why I misconceived my own life because it does get interesting every once in a while. I read the likes of The Oatmeal, Freedoms Hammer (with Michael Forsyth), Gaping Void (with Hugh McLeod), and Half a Hyperbole. They are who inspired me to do this sort of thing. Tell a story, teach, learn, have fun. And you know what folks; life is the longest story of all. So sit back and enjoy the ride. Or survive it, which is the new chapter in most lives right now.
Through writing this novel I'm trying to keep with the old outline I wrote a few years ago. Here's the problem, I'm terrible at keeping to it. It's a great outline, sure. But the story is too long. Now I've gotten rid of a few things and made a little more dramatic; pleasing in a way. The emotionally charged scenes are wrenching and it puts a lot of the action for the boy, Michael to handle, not just the adults Dave and Sarah.
It is a teen story, so while the adults are still around and kicking, it's going to be less about them. This is about a teenage boy trying to find where he stands in a world of monsters and human-monsters. It has romance, drama, comedy, mystery, thrills, and action in a hodge-podge to entertain and suck your emotions out.
Evil characters are evil and good characters are good. The in-between folk are in there too. All of them fit into this outline. Do you want to know why? Well I'm here to naturally ignore you guys in a small sense and give the reason anyway. Life doesn't exactly follow outlines. Sure you can make an itinerary but certain events or thoughts or people are going to change them from what you expected.
I had a problem of: "Oh, this character should do this, that'll be really cool!" or "Hey look over there, there's this thing!" among other things. This new one is working though, all thanks to the bickering with my editor (my mother) yesterday.
Former English-teacher-moms, what can you say?
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
- H.P. Lovecraft
He knew what he was talking about. That one phrase is why people are so afraid of deep open waters or even the dark. Something- whatever it may be, or may not be- is out there to kill you. Rape you. Or anything it feels like doing, because monsters don't abide to human laws.
I am an author. I am a fan of horror, thrillers, and comedy.