Today is the first Wednesday of the month, which means it is IWSG day. The once-a-month blog hop started by Alec Cavanaugh . IWSG = Insecure Writers' Support Group (click the words to visit)
Today's cohosts are: Stephen Tremp,Karen Walker, Denise Covey, and Tyrean Martinson.
They will be visiting everyone and his brother and adding useful comments (I can attest to this) and are, in addition, interesting and useful contributors in their own rights. Go ahead and visit them. While you're at it, stop by the web page for the IWSG: http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/
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Like everyone who writes, I have spent time trying to stem the spate of fabulous (to me, at least) words that came tumbling from my fingertips (or my ball point pen, depending on where I was). Words that said just what I wanted to, that surprised me, that were a delicious surprise and so very fitting to what I was hoping to produce. Better, in fact.
Never mind the fact that everyone else was reacting to my (read aloud) words in a fashion that made me realize that they had ears stuffed with earwax and could not hear my wonderful words. I knew they were good.
(Note: this would be book 3 of my Memphis Cycle, set in the Egypt of Ramesses the Great)
It was midnight and he was in the library of Opet. Room after room, filled with the scent of parchment and ink. Tallow-topped torches at in the brackets along the wall. The golumes stood in rows against the walls, their contents carefully noted, tyheir writers loggedin the register. He knew there were some there written by Amunhorkhebechef, Crown Prince of Egypt He di dot try to locat them. His memory of the dispatches he had written were devastaig to thos wh o did hot know better.je [pire dfrp the fasl at jos be;t/ oOt was
He was writing by tye light of a single lamp. Troop movements, ,bits of wisdom from thutors Iii. This was wor that he enjoyed, but it was gruelojng His ajestywrote I a tight hand, rigidly daoj Ahw dlla OR DE HWWLRH, " HW iwa deo ou
Je njad dpe jos dit9oes [er the guidance received fro hiu pve tjselves She was a queen, a beauty, a woje to love a follow through light.
Dang, that's good, no? Just makes you want to read more, right? Rush right out and pull out eveything that Diana Wilder has written, it touches your soul so profoundly. Yeah, I agree. 743 words of pure fabulosity! Wow, whoopee ding!
I scrapped NaNoWriMo. It was a rough patch for me, and I might as well accept it, thought I. These times come. They're the bad times that balance the good times through which you must work. Hitch up your courage, take a deep breath, resolve to hang in there and put out a word here, a word there... Watch it add up...
Well, folks, let me tell you what happened today. I was sitting at my 'real' job, and a sudden twist of plot popped into my head. What if...? Hmmmm... It was a busy day. I paused and thought about it, long enough to make an impression so that I could remember it, and moved on. This evening, sitting with friends, I had a sudden idea for a conversation that would follow that twist. Perfect! It would work! It brought new life to the story and added depth! I opened my purse and looked for my notebook.
Not there. Dang! I cast about for something to write on: anything at all! And I found some cash register receipts. The backs were blank. I did have my trusty pen (three, in fact). I started jotting.
My friends watched me in silence, their eyebrows raised. One of them said "Do you want to borrow my notebook? I have one in my purse..." I gave her The Look and kept writing. And here is what I have:
Not terribly legible, but it captures a bit of conversation that I can work with. And, more importantly, it captures that spark of inspiration I had at my desk. I am very familiar with these characters, I know their quirks, and if they existed outside my own head, I'd invite them to lunch in a little local place I discovered that makes the best BLT sandwiches and has moreover, poetry nights with open mikes. It would be a lot of fun. They are people of humor and substance. And they had, somehow, stepped in and saved my story.
...And NaNoWriMo is back on.
The point to all this is that, yes, the difficult times are there. Creating anything always involves a struggle, as a philosopher said. We all tend toward Chaos, and creating something out of nothing is fighting against that chaos. Or so one writer whom I really admire said. Whatever the underlying cause, my lesson, which I pass on, is not a new one:
Hang in there. Let things work together, do what you can - and be prepared to be surprised.
Visit the other blogs on this wonderful hop. I guarantee, the other bloggers have a lot more to say, and a lot more on point. (Cough!)