"Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it, because nobody else will."
-Tyler from the movie "Remember Me"
-Tyler from the movie "Remember Me"
Now would you look at that. I'm posting again, and it's barely been only a week.
Contain yourselves, people. Calm down. Take a breath. It's only me.
Nothing too fabulous to report, I'm afraid. At least on the writing front.
I've been trying to do some writing - any writing - these days, but the magical mojo that filled me with previous stories and blog posts has gone on vacation somewhere, and I don't know when it'll be coming back.
I've been doing a little writing here and there. A couple words here, a sentence or two there. Nothing fluid. Nothing real.
I guess the biggest thing I did was while I was at my mother's over the weekend. Insomnia took hold so I wasn't going to bed until almost sunrise and then getting maybe four hours of sleep a night.
Random babble for a moment, but... I hate it when people blame me for my insomnia. Perhaps, in a sense, yes - there is something that I can do to help it away, but at the moment, I haven't found what that thing is. Instead, I lay in bed completely awake and tired all at the same time. If I could do anything about it, I would. But alas, I'm at a loss. And then there are those people that seem to know when they hear of my insomnia what the answer is. Do you have insomnia? No. Then shut the frak up! You don't have it so you don't know. I've tried teas, pills, stretches, meditation, silence, etc. If I had a nickel for every time someone said, "Just turn the lights off, lay down, and close your eyes", I'd be Oprah-rich. Really? Close my eyes? Is that all I have to do? Well, thank you citizen for doing your part to help mankind. Now run along and spread your stupidity somewhere else... far FAR away from ME!
Okay, done with my random babbling. Thank you for indulging me. Where was I?
Ahhh yes, I killed someone.
Usually at my mother's there is so much going on, I barely have time to read much less write. Last year when I did NaNoWriMo, I couldn't write at all at my mother's. November is a bad month in general since it's also my birthday month as well as Thanksgiving. Where is there time to write with all that going on? Also my mother and her husband don't have wifi so it was difficult to update my status for the event even if I did write anything.
So it was a surprise to me when I whipped open the laptop, took out my notes, plugged into my Pandora account (thank you iPhone)... and wrote.
Well, more like fixed.
I had been working on the story for my "wheels" story blog, but always came up against a wall and ended up stopping. I did that a lot. This story is a lot like a bad traffic jam. Start. Stop. Start. Stop.
The story itself was in pieces. I had started it at the office of a job I was doing for a month or so during breaks and slow down time. I printed up what I did and took it home and tried to work on it there. I changed some things, wrote a little more.
Gawd, I was moving along at a snail's pace. Slower than a snail. Snails were whizzing by me, giving me the finger and mocking me as they passed.
I'm marvelling at the fact that I got any writing done at all at my mother's, but there I sat, story open on the minibook staring at the part where the dude finds his woman dead at home. It was there that I had blanked out, as if my brain did not want to PASS GO and collect $200... or in my case, the rest of the damn story.
So at whatever-o'clock-in-the-morning, I fleshed out the scene where he comes home and finds her. I got as far as him staying elsewhere due to his home being a crime scene and the cops keeping him updated on what they found, checking out alibis and all that.
Now I just have to string it along into a serial murder.
So yes, I finally killed the woman (which took FOREVER), but now I have to kill more people and link it all together. How the hell am I going to do that?
Aside from killing women, old stories have been popping into my head asking me to play with them. While mentally having tea with these old ideas, I tried to concentrate on the serial murder bit so I could finish the story and feel accomplished and all that. So far that story is like 6 or 7 pages, and I haven't gotten to the serial part of it.
But my other stories, one in particular (my old novel "Chloe"), has been knocking on my door with an "I will not be ignored" kind of demeanor. So... I whipped out my notebook and pen and started doodling. Doodles became words, and I wrote something of a scene. I also have ideas on how to change things to make a little more sense.
And there it is... writing at my mom's. It all happened I think either on the day before or the day of Thanksgiving, and the moment didn't last long, but I wrote.
Yay me! (happy dance for minor accomplishment)
The magical mojo has slipped once again.
I also thought about writing something for a contest my friend Maggie C. sent me. She sent it earlier in the month, but I got it later than that (just because I didn't see it in my email... yeah, I suck). She sent it saying "Because you have awesome voice." Admittedly that made me smile, and I read up on the prompt ideas and thought of some stuff, but I don't know. The deadline is tomorrow night by midnight, so... we'll see.
In the meantime, hopefully things in my life will improve and be less of a distraction to my writing... among other things. I'm hoping something happens this week. That would be splendid. Really, really splendid.
All right, I think that's enough for now. I shall check y'all later. Hope your lives are all kinds of wonderful. xoxoxoxo
Later my lovelies.