To be a writer is an odd mental phenomena. Whether you subscribe to the notion that we are merely antennas t0 a greater a consciousness or that the imagination is a creation of our brain; you can’t deny that creating characters and stories and articulating them to readers across the world is a bizarre yet rewarding thing. Stereotypes of us as a whole will always be crafted like we are all drinkers or odd folk may apply to some, or many, but I don’t want to over generalize my own people, but one may actually be true: we are a lone. Writing is a solemn experience between you and your word processor whether it’s a sheet of paper or a blank computer screen. In recent years this journey has become a lot less lonely; right now I am writing this and within seconds other people may read this and comment, share, and communicate. Writing has finally found its own mecca on the web. We’re here and we’re writing now.
This blog has been around for a long while, a couple of years now, but this is my most dedicated approach to it. There are thousands of other bloggers who blog about being writers and that may be a very conservative estimate. This time I’m going to start expanding this blog in a more communal way; guest posts, interviews, blog tour events, and tons of more things.
Want to guest post? Have a new book out and want to be interviewed? Want to just say hello? Go to the Contact Page and drop me a note. We can even collaborate on a project or anything, just drop a line.
Blogging is a communal thing and I’m going to take it on headstrong.
Well my birthday has come to a close in a great night of food and happiness and now I’m back to the grind-or back to the journey! The grind sounds way too much like work and while writing may take loads of dedication, determination, and time, but it certainly doesn’t equate itself to work. Now that I’ve gotten myself over that- let’s get into the topic of the post: Nanowrimo 2012. Ah the times are a’changing-I feel like Camp Nanowrimo was just yesterday.
Well some of you may notice that time to time on my twitter (follow me, I’m close to 1000 followers)
Bam! Bringing Romance to The Gray Pen
I tweet to my girlfriend, oh yes romance is not quite dead contrary to some of your views. Anna is amazing, beautiful, and very supportive of my writing endeavors, but she’s not a writer. Now I know what you’re saying- “ah no! You can’t romanticize outside of the literary population”- well maybe you’re not saying that at all, but there is a significant hurdle in discussing let alone dating someone who doesn’t share the same interests as you. While this may keep the relationship engaging, it may be a shock to some of you at first.
Here’s some of my advice and observations:
Light some candles, flick on your favorite smooth singer, and sit back and relax it’s time for some- writing?
This image was used alongside my short story at http://www.absentwillowreview.com/ Since the site has been closed- I can’t find the artists name. This isn’t my painting, but someone extremely talented.
Whoah, that’s not right, is it? Ah, you thought I was going somewhere else with that right? 😉 Well setting the mood is also a great activity to do when you’re working on your draft. Music and atmosphere can resonate through your ears and out through your fingers letting out some of the most passionate writing you can muster or it may just distract you. Different strokes for different folks they say. I’m 50/50.
I remember when I was thirteen a friend of the families gave me my first Mp3 player; that was sometime in 2006. The world had opened and gone be the days where a bulky portable CD player would hog up my pocket space. This 512 mb gadget housed eighty or so songs and I quickly used it to add a soundtrack to my reading of the time. The latter Hogwarts years blasted by alongside the ferocity of Disturbed, the darkness of Marilyn Manson, and the angst of Linkin Park. This also led me to write many rip-off poems and lyrics that still loiter on crumbled notebooks pages buried somewhere in my desk. This sort of music helped me shape the world I was reading.
Now for creation; for many years I wrote in absolute silence. I was under the impression that any song with lyrics may influence or distract my writing, so I instead pursued a pure environment void of outside stimuli; essentially a step up from an isolation tank. Though sometimes it’s hard to enter the mood of a dark tale when the sun is blaring through your windows and the sounds of neighborly children are chirping outside of your windows.
“I Ride my bike, I roller skate, don’t drive no car. Don’t go too fast, but I go pretty far. For somebody who don’t drive I been all around the world. Some people think I done alright for a girl” – Melanie
Or so goes an old song that one of my coworkers in the meat department sings as he cuts meat and gets dressed in blood. He talks about the 60s and 70s when times were different. When people smoked pot in public and the world almost changed, but didn’t. He talks about Vietnam and the VCs and the racial hostilities back home. It’s quite interesting, but that’s not what this post is necessarily about. It’s more about the song by the folk singer Melanie.
I don’t drive. I ride my bike when I need to go far and I walk when I’m feeling like I need to. I’m pushing 20 and for some reason driving itself has eluded me. I didn’t get my permit until I turned 18 and the reasons behind that lie in my foolishness throughout high school and the pointless endeavors I followed. I tried to take a legit driving test last year and failed. Wah.