I was planning to have a masterpiece for you to read and enjoy. Instead, I have the start to a satirical look at our current lifestyles and it is not finished. Instead, you get a rant on maps.
I can read a map. That is the extent I go. I get lost with simple directions. I cannot draw to save my life. And when I am trying to run a game of D&D, my players end up taking two weeks to traverse a path that earlier took them two days. So I am not good with maps. I finally start moving past the timeline issues and I realize I am lost in a world I created. Worse, my characters are lost. Good grief. No big deal though, this issue shall pass. I just have to spend some time on it. How are your personal projects coming?
You have trashed my office. What were you thinking? There are papers everywhere! I have sticky notes all over my wall, my trash can is full, I am running out of lead for my pencils, the ink has escaped my pens, and every notebook has been scribbled in. do you think you could back off a bit.
Alright, I am not really upset over the novel taking my free time. It is about time I got around to finish the thing. I may not have a short story to share for a little while. It’s hard to focus on the short stories when I have a character going on a medieval killing spree. I will try to have something more entertaining for you all to read tomorrow night. Maybe a break will help with the plot I am stuck on in the novel.
Thanks for reading my rant, write you all tomorrow.
I am not a song writer, not even close. However, this limerick popped in my head a few years ago. It has a country feel to it and it is not finished. I do not know where to go next with it. Any thoughts?
I was walking late last night,
And you were on my mind.
I was thinking of all those times
We were walking side by side.
You were holding my hand
I was holding yours
We would be together
For all of time.
I have been Christmas shopping and tending to a very sick child. So, I have not had a chance to re-write any of my work and make it decent enough for you fine readers. I have had time enough to go over timeline issues in my novel and maybe read a chapter in a book, but other than that, nothing. Life has been exhausting.
I have noticed that I still post the occasional post on twitter and Facebook, summing life up to just a few characters. It left me wondering if perhaps social media might be killing the creative writer’s creativity. Hmmm, something to think about I suppose.
I have decided that I will start reviewing books as well as giving you my work to read. I am going to be reading anyway, might as well relay what was great or horrible about a book. If you have any thoughts on a fiction book you want me to review, drop me a line in the comments.
Perhaps I have not been getting enough sleep lately. Maybe I have not been eating right. Whatever the reason, I seem to have lost my creativity. What do you do when you feel this way?
I have a novel that I am working on. This may be the reason I have lost my creativity. I have been neglecting my ongoing story and it beckons me back. I had to stop for a short while because I got lost. I got ahead of myself and lost track of my timeline. However, I believe I have sorted out the issues and gotten back on track. I will try and keep you updated on the progress. I am a third of the way done with the first book in a trilogy. Once I am done, I will obviously start on the next. However, I will also send the first out to publishing companies. I will keep you in the loop and update you all the way through.
Do you have a long project you are working on? Have you ever had to stop for any reason? Leave your thoughts in the comments.
I haven’t written in a while, like six days. But you are just a notebook, so who cares? I couldn’t concentrate in school today. I kept thinking about the boy in the mirror. So, when I got home from school, I told mom about the boy in the mirror. I didn’t tell her I had magic powers in the dream, just about the reflection looking like me. I don’t need my mom laughing at me for such a silly dream. Anyway, you will never believe what happened!
So I tell mom and she says I had a twin. She is all nonchalant like and says he was miscarried at six months along. She said she believes in twin connection and thinks I have some twin connection with him even though he never got to be born. Like who keeps that a secret? I am 16 years old, I have my driving license. Surely I am responsible enough to handle that kind of information. Like, I am so mad that my mom didn’t tell me sooner.
So anyway, I called Lindsey and told her what Mom said. She was like “whoa that is messed up” and I was like, “I know right?”
To make things worse, I am so going crazy. I swear I saw that boy or twin or whatever behind me in the mirror after gym. The lights totally burnt up; like all of them like in the movies. It was some crazy Carrie shit and then the reflection was gone. So I am going crazy, right? Of course I am. The dream is totally messing with me.