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In Pursuit of Not-Boredom

Sometimes when I’m writing a book, I get an idea for a completely different book.  And then I end up writing two books at once.  It happens.

I am still working on The Dreamcatchers, but man does it get boring.  I mean…I already wrote that book.  Twice!  It’s not new or fresh to me.  So I started working on a different project.  It had been gestating in my mind for quite some time.  In fact, I’d already tried to write it once and boy did it suck!  Second attempt?  Better.  I might be on to something.  Or not.  It’s not like it explores any unique themes, and it might even border on cliche.  But it’s fun to write, and it’s good practice, so what do I care?

Now that I’ve done an absolutely stellar job of selling this thing, I’m going to come in for the kill: I will be posting this book here on my blog!

YAAAY!

One chapter a day, until it’s done.  Then there will be an entire book on my blog that you can read.

This is going to blow up in my face very soon, since I am eventually going to hit some Writer’s Block.  The hope was that by setting these arbitrary deadlines for myself, I’d be able to motivate myself to keep writing.  It might work.

A word of caution: This book is not yet completed.  That means the writing is very rough, and it also means that the inevitable reworkings, plot changes, and edits will all be put off until after its completion.  So what you read will probably be nowhere near what the finished product will look like, yeah?  That being said, I’ll try to keep updating the blog every time I edit a chapter.  Not that anyone’s about to go back and reread, but anyone who joins the story late might benefit from it.

So that’s it.  I don’t have a title for this book, but we’ll go with the working title: Bandu Pole

Without any further delays, here’s Chapter One!

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One – Never let your guard down.

Joss pressed one end of her Bandu pole deep into the earth, feeling the gentlest of vibrations traveling through it. Her fingertips tingled. Someone was close. She planted her feet, trying to feel those same vibrations, but finding them a bit elusive.

Two – Always be one step ahead.

Dragging the pole through the earth, she felt for the subtle increase of the vibrations. When she felt the change, she did nothing to indicate it with her body language. The person sneaking up on her from the southwest – an Enforcer perhaps? – would continue to believe she was none the wiser.

Three – Never leave camp without your Bandu pole. The Bandu pole is your best friend.

Joss readjusted her grip, keeping her stance relaxed but ready. She could tell by the increase in vibrations that he was getting closer. He would emerge from the trees soon, entering the clearing in which she stood.

She’d been searching for food and supplies. It was her turn. She’d never seen an Enforcer come out this far into the wilderness before. He was uncomfortably close to their camp. They might have to pack up and move soon.

The vibrations were getting stronger. He was behind her now. She took a deep breath. If it was a Goliath, she would employ Rule Number Five (If you can’t win a fight, run!). If it was a Kreech or a Bortol, she would fight. She’d been able to take those guys on since she was seven.

She waited just a moment longer, still feigning ignorance. The vibrations were stronger now. It was time.

She hefted the pole, spun it over her head, and whirled to face her attacker.

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Tune in tomorrow for Chapter Two!  Which will be significantly longer.

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Strong Independent Woman

According to WordPress I have been blogging for three years now.  I’m not sure that’s something to be proud of, but I might as well keep on trucking while I figure out if I should be ashamed or not.

I wanted to say a quick word about “strong female characters.”  Well…I mean it started with me thinking about characters, but I guess I could apply it to real life as well.

The thing is, I often fret about what people will think of me because most of my female main characters have a male love interest.  It’s not just that they have a love interest, but that they want that male love interest to remain in their lives forever and ever.  Sometimes the male love interest even helps to rescue them.  And that’s wrong, right?  Because strong women don’t need no man.  Right?

Well…no.  In the end I decided that this is just not the right way to look at things.  Not all women need or want a man in their life, but that doesn’t mean that a woman who does desire male company should be disparaged or belittled for her choices.  Not even her choices necessarily.  More like…her nature, I guess?  In my books I try to avoid the idea of “man rescues woman.”  Most of my female characters tend to rescue themselves, but occasionally they also get helped to do that by their supernatural boyfriends or whatever.  And that’s fine.  There would be a problem with them expecting to be rescued, I suppose.  But if they’re in a sticky situation or they’re in a little too far over their own heads, well…it wouldn’t hurt for them to acknowledge the need for help.  The gender of the person/creature who provides help should be incidental.  What it boils down to is the difference between this:

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And this:

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Okay I’ve officially made a mess of things.  This blog post started with those two images because they were inspired by all my thoughts about what it means to be a “Strong Independent Woman” and all the implications behind that title.  But then I had to try to put my reasons for drawing those pictures into words and it didn’t work out so well.  Hopefully you get the gist.

That’s all for now!

Three years…wow.

I need to get a life.

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Notes to Myself

I have been writing a lot without remembering to advertise!  Blasphemy!

Check out these new things I’ve got in my Etsy shop [EDIT 1/12/15: Etsy shop has since been closed but I’m leaving these images up because I’m a showoff]:

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Okay on to the blogging.

As some of you may know, I am attempting to write a book almost entirely by hand.  And it’s going well for me so far.  The hand-written method means I am less tempted to reread, edit, and nitpick.  Which is good.  But sometimes three days after I’ve written a page, I remember something I wanted to include in that scene.  What do I do then?  Easy.  I write myself a note in the margin.

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Or if I decide I want to embellish a little, all I have to do is go back, add an asterisk and put the extra writing in the margins.  And if I don’t like what I decided to write in that margin, I just leave myself a note to fix it later.

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Sometimes I just forget a pattern of colors that I used for a life-sized game board.  The margins are useful for that, too.

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And other times when I’m feeling kinda writer’s blocked, I simply doodle until I get back on track.

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Lastly, there was this one time I accidentally dotted an E.  So I did this:

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Apparently I thought it was necessary for my future self to know why I drew a thought bubble over a word.

What I’m saying is that margins can be useful.  It’s okay to not get it right on the first try.  In fact, it’s preferable.  There’s less pressure that way.

I feel like a lot of people have the wrong idea about the writing process.  Like…they think that first you have to create the skeleton, then go back through and add flesh and muscle, and finally you polish it up with some facial features and pretty hair.  But that’s just not the case.  As far as I can tell, the first step for me has always been figuring out what a skeleton’s even supposed to look like.  My first drafts have a pelvis sticking out of an eye socket, with both arms on one side of the body and the left foot jammed between two ribs.  And that’s okay!  Because the next stage of editing is when you can take a quick anatomy lesson, show your skeleton to friends and have them rearrange some things.  Then, and only then, can you start to think about muscles and tendons.  It’s a tough process, but as I said, it is also liberating.  There’s no pressure to know what the hip bone connects to.  You just go all out, give it your best, and know that no mistake is unfixable.

Soooo…that’s it. I’ll write again soon!  Bye!

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