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Check out this video on writing descriptions.

 

Hello everyone,

It’s been a roller coaster of a week. The Good stuff? Possible internship opening and fun weekend trip with my boyfriend coming up. The not so good stuff? My dad had a bit of a health scare (he’s fine now) and there’s a leaky pipe (which is not fine) and another closed door job wise.
All these happenings, and writers block, have led to an unproductive week of writing. My attempt at NaNoWriMo is slightly derailing, unfortunately, but I’m still gonna try and keep writing, whether I reach my goal or not.

In a previous post, I mentioned my difficulty writing about the appearance of characters and the setting. Just thought I’d share this video about writing descriptions I found. It’s really helpful, at least, I thought so. Made me think about writing descriptions and my choice of adjectives and how I paint the picture.

Just watching it made the phrases “ghost quiet” and “stewed cherry” get stuck in my brain. And really did change my thinking when it comes to writing descriptions.

Hope you find this video helpful too. I want to know what you guys are working on, so let me know in the comments.

Write with heart,
Lady Jabberwocky

 

NaNoWriMo Day 8: Notes to self. Room to improve.

It’s day 8 of National Novel Writing Month. Had a good writing session today, broke 8,000 words. Yes, I know I’m behind word count wise, but this horse is still in the race. Since this is the first NaNo I’ve participated in, I’ve found things about my writing style that have room for improvement, and may make the journey to the end of the month a lot smoother. Because there have been some bumps in the road so far. So…

Here’s me critiquing myself (the title of my biography in 50 years.)

Note to self.

formalfickleherring-max-1mbStop trying to edit and be perfect – Now is not the time! I’m trying to get to 50,000 words here. I’m trying to hold myself back from deleting things that bother me for just being plain terrible. Trying really hard, but sometimes there are just garage sentences that nag at your brain to remove them. Holding out until December. (December will be a freaking slaughter of words, won’t it?)

Focus on one scene at a time – I have this problem that always seems to get me frazzled. I plant the seeds of all these different scenes, and then I end up confused and overwhelmed in a jungle.  Instead of jumping around and writing a bunch of bits for a bunch of different parts, I should tune in to one scene and only focus on that one part at a time.

tumblr_nscgzpygmq1uc78xbo1_250Write more descriptions – For some reason, dialogue always comes first when i’m writing. It’s like the bones of a scene for me. I’m pushing myself to work on describing the setting and characters more vividly. An image should be painted in color, not black and white.

Sometimes you gotta ask yourself, how can I be better at my craft, or whatever I’m trying to excel in? It’s not about listening to the voice in your head that says “Man, this story is a dumpster fire.”, it’s critiquing yourself in a way that you improve. Well, that’s what i’m working on in order to (barely) survive November. What are you guys working on in your writing? And how is NaNoWriMo treating you? Well, I hope. Look forward to hearing from you all.

 

Write with heart,

Lady Jabberwocky

NaNoWriMo Day 5: Slowly but surely.

Hello everyone,

It’s day 5 of NaNoWriMo. I’ve got about 5,000ish words down so far. It’s not the average word count, but that’s okay. Slowly but surely.

It’s a slow start, I’ll admit.

But I’m committed to writing something every day. Even if it’s 100 words or 1000 words. Even if I haven’t written as much as everyone else.

And I’m determined to at least try to achieve the 50,000 word goal.

Don’t be discouraged, fellow writers, if you feel like you’re falling behind or you’re not dishing out words fast enough or somebody else seems miles ahead of you. Focus on whatever your goal is and freaking  hit it with your best shot.

I’m gonna be here, swinging for the fences as I attempt to reach 50,000 words by the end of the month. Knowing how I am, I’ll probably end up writing like 10,000 words on the last day.

How is National Novel Writing month treating you guys? I’d love to hear all about your experience so far.

Write with Heart,

Lady Jabberwocky

NaNoWriMo: Day 1 Jitters

Not gonna lie, starting felt like dipping a toe into a cold, public pool. Or like the first day of school after a long summer.

Takes a minute to get into the rhythm of things, but it’ll happen. I’m determined to make writing a routine this month, that’s one goal.

Fueled by leftover Halloween gummy bears, I wrote about 1000 words. Not bad, not bad. The ball will eventually get rolling, just gotta find a steady pace.

Wanna be buddies? Find me at LadyJabberwocky on the NaNo website. (I’m assuming that’s how it works)

Write with Heart,

Lady Jabberwocky

Celebrating Halloween with Edgar Allen Poe.

To those celebrating Halloween tonight, happy Halloween! Hope you have a fun night with tons of sweets.

To everyone on the eve of National Novel Writing Month, I wish you all the best of luck. Don’t worry writers, we got this!

How am I spending this Halloween and Nano’s Eve? By reading Edgar Allen Poe. The master of mystery and creepiness. Perfect for a night like tonight.

No trick or treating  or costumes for me tonight. The boyfriend and I are having a night in with some twizzlers and gummy bears and maybe a Halloween themed movie. Really exciting stuff.

Write with Heart,

Lady Jabberwocky

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When your brain feels like a house party.

Sorry I haven’t been posting lately. I’ve been dealing with trials of being an unemployed writer. With disappointments and drama as the whip cream and cherry on top, it’s been a dismal couple days.

But something kinda hit me last night. I laid awake in bed, pondering the universe (Another thing that comes with being an unemployed writer, I suppose). I wasn’t thinking about the story I plan to write during NaNoWriMo, which is detective fiction, I was thinking about how wonderful a fantasy story sounded. It could just be my indecisiveness, I am notorious for not making up my mind. It’s that feeling of uncertainty, what story am I meant to pursue?

Sometimes my brain feels like a house party.

Stay with me, I know it’s a weird metaphor. Like seriously, picture like an ordinary get together, with light music playing and snacks on the table (like chips and homemade salsa… Ooh, that sounds good right now.)

I’m the host and the guests are all these characters from different possible stories, from different genres entirely. In attendance, there is a 1920’s detective, a princess from fantasy land and a young super powered vigilante, to name a few. And I have no idea who I want to have a conversation with at this party first, they all look interesting to me. I’m not insane, I promise.

What I mean is, I don’t know what I want to focus on when it comes to writing. Guess I always felt like I had to pick one genre to write in if I ever became a “successful writer”. Like I had to be married to one for the rest of my writing career.

It was a feeling I got right after I graduated. With no essays or projects to worry about, I was finally able to focus on my own project. Endless possibilities, right? Honestly, I thought going to college to study English would help me discover and hone in on what I truly loved to write about. The opposite happened.  If anything, it expanded my horizon, in a literary sense.

Can I help it? There have always been multiple genres I’ve been interested in. Real classic mysteries intrigue me and fantasies make my heart flutter and myths are like magic and sci-fi can be cool and those real life dramas are just plain honest. (This sentence = My friggin’ entire life)

I want to know what you guys think about this. Am I crazy?  You guys ever feel like that? Like you have so many ideas that are pulling you in completely different directions? Or are you happy with writing one genre forever? Maybe, as writers, we are allowed to dabble in every kind of story (like at an international buffet, and your plate is confused because you got like tacos and dumplings next to each other).

Maybe I’m an indecisive dabbler.

Indecisive dabbler and unemployed writer, what a combo.

Write about what you love, guys, even if it’s everything.

Write with Heart,

Lady Jabberwocky

Act One, Scene One (Poem)

Act One, Scene One.
It always starts with Act One, Scene One.
Take a moment, become your character.
The cello strings moan in anticipation.
The stage is set.
The wood floor is glossy and shining under the lights.
Red velvet curtains are drawn with golden tassels.
Keep your toes pointed.
The audience is taking their seats.
Remember your lines, remember your cues.
Remember to breathe.
Remember,
It always starts with Act One, Scene One.


Felt like posting a poem tonight, which is rare, I’ll admit. I’m more of a fiction writer than a poet. This is from a poetry class I took in college last year.

Here is a poem about beginnings.

It’s something I’m trying to keep in mind at this particular point in my life.

Write With Heart,

Lady Jabberwocky

Looking back at my old (cringe-worthy) writing.

Hey everyone!

Today, I thought I’d show you guys a little snippet from my past writing. Now keep in mind, we all had to start somewhere. And that I am putting myself in an embarrassing  situation on purpose.

Let me set the scene. This was written in 2011 (practically 100 years ago) in a time when I thought writing was a fun little thing to do and not an actual craft. All I knew was that I loved storytelling, but I don’t think I considered myself a serious writer yet. I believe I was a senior in high school (or possibly a junior) when I got this piece of paper with a list of all the college majors. I was to choose one, a decision that would impact my future (because you know exactly what you want to do for the rest of your life at 17). Checking off the ‘Creative Writing’ box seemed most appealing to me, at the time. Who knew it would be so important to me today?

This also dictated how I was to go about my senior project, which is sorta like a test drive for the field a student is interested in. Basically, for my project, I worked with an English teacher after school and I wrote a couple of short (horrible) stories that she critiqued and gave me notes on. I love super heroes and comics, even back then when I was young and impressionable. So I created my own super hero…. Kinda. The character’s name was Joey, he had some supernatural abilities, and was a guy juggling his masked vigilante life with his love life.

Don’t judge me, I didn’t know any better.  Here is a snippet of one of those stories.

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Wow, Majorly cringing. 

Like I said, we all had to start somewhere. Looking back at old stories, I really can learn from my past mistakes.  Here’s just a few I can pick out. (Translation: Me about to vent about how terrible this was)

  1. Fudge, look at that giant chunk of an intro paragraph.
  2. What a grabber of a first line. “The city was dark and gloomy” Really hooks in the reader right off the bat.
  3. I don’t think I knew about the ‘Show, Don’t tell’ rule at the time. That whole first paragraph could probably be condensed into like three sentences.
  4. It sounds how I would normally talk, not how someone else would. Big narration problem there.
  5. Are we watching Powerpuff girls? “Forces of evil” Seriously?
  6. “I want you to break up with me” Who was I? Trying to be so dramatic. Damn.
  7. Did my younger self actually think this was good writing?

Well, there you guys have it, an embarrassing look back at my old work. Don’t worry, I have no problem critiquing and making fun of my writing. Let me know what you guys think, and maybe take a look at your old cringe worthy stuff. I always love hearing from you.

Write with heart,
Lady Jabberwocky

Life is Short; Signing up for NaNoWriMo

I didn’t know if I was going to write something today or not. First and foremost, my thoughts and condolences are with those affected by the tragedy in Vegas.  The situation is truly horrible. It really makes me think about how short life is.

Before I heard about the Vegas shooting, I was planning to write a post about whether or not I should participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year. I’m an indecisive person who has a hard time getting motivated sometimes. I’ll be honest, I’ve been having moments of self-doubt in regards to my writing lately and 50,000 words is an ambitious goal (for me, at least). And then something like this happens, and it’s absolutely horrible… And it makes you want to take a chance and not live life with what ifs.  So, I signed up to be apart National Novel Writing Month.

It’s gonna be a challenge,  but I’m gonna try. Who knows if I’ll make it to 50,000 words in a month, but it could be a great adventure. I have really amazing support in my life, telling me to just go for it and see what happens. There is a story  I’ve been doing a lot of outlining and research for. I really just want to focus my thoughts on writing a larger piece. Maybe participating in NaNoWriMo will give me the push and the focus I need. No harm in trying, right?

For those of you that have had that NaNoWriMo experience, what was it like for you? Any Pros or Cons? I’m excited to read your comments.

Write with heart,
Lady Jabberwocky

 

 

Making faces while writing.

I may have embarrassed myself at the public library today.

I went to do some more writing, actually I finished a short story (Side note; I submitted the story to a literary magazine, hoping it gets published. Everybody, cross your fingers and toes for me). Anyways, I was fixing up this part of dialogue where two characters are arguing. And I was really getting into it. So much so that I think… I was making faces. Like sassy and pissed off kind of faces. Also, on top of that, I was jamming out to the Hamilton soundtrack, which means I was for sure chair dancing and lip syncing silently to myself. I must have looked nuts. But I wasn’t paying attention to what I looked like (a crazy person), I was focusing on my writing. But I think all writers do that, right? Make strange faces when their completely absorbed in writing a story. I’d like to think it’s the sign of a good writer, or at least a very passionate insane one. I say keep making faces, you guys.

Have any of you ever caught yourself, or has someone else caught you, making faces while writing? Or does this only happen to me? Let me know in the comments. I’d love to hear for you all.

Write with Heart,

Lady Jabberwocky