The finish line (yes, that *is* what we call it) is in sight, and I want my typing to be for story as much as possible. So instead of a typed post, you get a video. Enjoy, and please ignore the Mountain Range of Laundry. 😉
Well, I haven’t kept up with blogging JuNoWriMo, but at least I’ve been doing the writing work. For the most part, anyway.
day 7 wordcount: 2202
day 8 wordcount: 2014
day 9 wordcount: 0
We spent the 9th at a family reunion (the husband’s side). By the time we got home and got the 5yo to bed, my introvert had been showing all day and I had no words left. Pretty sure I vegged the evening away with the husband while he continued his recently-begun, first-time binge-watch of The Walking Dead.
day 10 wordcount: 2319
titles: 1 (The Priestess Murders — a Light-Walkers murder mystery)
today’s wordcount: 2,543
total wordcount: 23,292
cups of coffee consumed today: 4
Fireball shots consumed today: none, and more’s the pity
corpses: 1 mostly intact, 1 dismembered
Today’s total wordcount puts me three days ahead of schedule, which is particularly nice since I’ve had two dud days so far. Also, tonight I decided for sure to combine two suspects into one. There wasn’t really a reason for them to be two people, and it’s getting way too complicated to have as many suspects as I do. Technically, there will be two more fewer suspects by the end, because the two corpses (whom I’ve been counting as both bodies and suspects) were actually murdered by a third party instead of having killed each other.
Clear as mud?
P.S. I’m adding the tag “electric boogaloo” to this post because I wanted a “boom, baby” reference in the tags but didn’t want to create another new tag, and “electric boogaloo” has “boo” in it, which is almost “boom.”
This is my blog. I don’t have to make sense.
P.P.S. I’m thinking of starting to vlog regularly. JuNoWriMo must be killing brain cells.
Hile, lovely inklings!
Below, please find a video. In this video, please find Yours Writerly (i.e. me) singing a song that she (i.e. I) made up.
I was trying to get the child to eat her supper, and this song is just what happened. The husband says that my chord progression is logical and I used sequences.
Also, there are giraffes.
What he said (now that I’ve finished giggling and nodding with great enthusiasm). ; )
Before you all click through en masse to find out the details, I’ll tell you the gist of what Becca was getting at: the power of verbalizing ideas and the precious instances in which we get those ideas.
For Becca, those instances happen to take place in the shower. As I left a comment on her post, I pondered my own sources for artistic ideas.
Many of you, my most darlingest readers, heard me talk last Thursday about one of those sources: my dreams. (That was my first ever video blog post, and many of you lovelies let me know how much you enjoyed it! Thanks again — and yes, I do intend to repeat the trick. What I won’t do for you people… 😉 )
So, Becca revealed that what really goes on in the shower is thinking. In my reply to her post, I wrote the following:
My thinking time happens whenever I just let my mind wander. Like a kid, it comes back to me with its hands and pockets stuffed full of all sorts of oddities. This usually happens when I’m doing housework. The more mindless and repetitive the activity, the more likely I am to turn around and find my artist-child brain holding up a lizard or something for me to coo over.
Were this Twitter, and were I tweeting, I would now employ the most handy hashtag #outingmyself. There you have it, folks. I might be 34 years old, but inside, my mind is really just a big kid.
My mind loafs around, skipping merrily down darkened alleys and picking up things that probably shouldn’t be touched. I’ll be doing housework — vacuuming the floors, let’s say — and suddenly, I have this idea that a certain demon (Dante) in a certain story I’m working on (Colors of Deception) should have an obsession with the music of a certain rock band (INXS).
I’m shoving the vacuum across the carpet with all the elegance of a Valkyrie in platform shoes, and my artist-child brain dances up and shoves my antagonist’s main quirk in my face. “Look!” says the artist-child. “Look at this! Have you ever seen anything like this before? What is it?” And the most important question:
“What can we do with it?”
Greed and Goethe
What, indeed? In the case of this particular idea, what I did was drop the vacuum, grab some paper, and scribble down the idea. I’d been thinking, but I hadn’t been thinking consciously. I knew that such ideas originate in the vast depths of the subconscious, and as easily as they emerge from the murk, they can just as easily sink back into it. I needed to preserve my idea as quickly as possible, so that I could come back to it later on.
The artist-child loves to share her discoveries — but she can be a greedy little hoarder, too. She doesn’t trust me to take proper care of her lizard; she wants to stick him back into her pocket for safekeeping. She’ll take the lizard back from me if she can — meaning, if I don’t record my idea, I will forget it.
When I write down an idea in my scribblebook, it’s like sticking the lizard in a jar until I can put him into an environment where he can thrive.
Putting the idea into a story, that’s like letting the lizard loose in a huge terrarium made just for him, where he can run and play and laze around and just be what he was meant to be.
“Thinking is easy, acting is difficult, and to put one’s thoughts into action is the most difficult thing in the world.”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Goethe knew it’s not easy, building a terrarium to house all those scampering little idea lizards.
My artist-child mind brings ’em to me while I’m stuck doing the most mundane activities. But I guess it’s kind of a fair trade, considering how much I love playing with that terrarium.
And once the idea lizards are free to be themselves within their new home (i.e. within my stories), my inner artist-child concedes that keeping them cooped up in her pockets wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun, after all.
And you? Where and when do you do your best thinking?
Does your mind hand you ideas you’d rather not touch too often?
What do you do with those?
What’s your lizard?
Eeeeeeeeeek! Scariness! My first ever video blog post!
If you’ve been attentive (and, of course, you have been), you know that I’ve recently been blogging about the time I gave up writing. That time of my life is closely connected with my dreams — actual, nighttime dreams, not daydreams or wishes — so I knew I needed to share my thoughts about all of that at some point.