There was a time when I was little that I used to cry to my mom and dad because I hadn’t mastered reading yet. I wanted to be able to read books dammit! I wanted to be able to WRITE books!
The first books I managed to write were typically about animals. Otter ninja babies born with the maddest of karate skills, anthropomorphic beatnik wolves with a love for flowers, and a gang of dogs staying in a hotel filled with monsters were some of my first stabs at writing. I guess there might be some merit to all those kids who called me “weird” in elementary school . . .
Things changed a lot over the years. As I got older, writing took on a form of therapy without me even realizing it until recently. Underlying themes in my books seemed to correlate with things I’d experienced or witnessed that struck a cord with me.
I’ve recently experienced some things in my life that hit me hard. The kind of hit you don’t bounce right back up from. The kind that changes the way you see things in life, how you see people, and most definitely how you see yourself at the end of each day. I can’t help but feel like it’s changed my writing style now, too. I see things differently so I suppose it only makes sense to write about these things differently now as well.
Tonight I’m starting the first draft to a book that feels even more like therapy than anything else I’ve ever written before. I normally am the sort of writer who obsesses and plans in a manic sort of way, thinking out every single possible detail of their story before they begin to write it. This time around I am just diving right in. I know some major plot points I am aiming for story-wise, but I guess I’m letting my characters take the wheel on this one for the most part. They’re a damaged and flawed lot, but each of them has their own tale to tell.
I’ve had issues before where I spend too much time planning and too little time writing because I want everything to be perfect. Nothing is ever perfect though, especially not first drafts. So, “not this time,” I say. This time I’m just listening to what those little voices in my head have to say . . . THE CHARACTERS’ LITTLE VOICES! Their little voices, not “those” sorts of little voices. Not yet anyway. . . . Give it a few late nights of writer’s block and maybe “those” little voices will join right on in, too!
As the weekend comes to a reluctant end, I gotta say: It was a pretty damn good one!
Went used book hunting with the bestie, and we even scored a couple freebies. We were both pretty excited to find three hardcover books written by Joe Hill (all of which are in excellent condition). I personally have only ever read his graphic novels in the Locke & Key series, but I like the way the man’s brain works. I had been curious about checking into some of his non-illustrated novels as well, so this was the perfect chance to do just that. I purchased a copy of his book N0s4a2 at my lovely lady friend’s recommendation, and she herself purchased Heart-Shaped Box and Horns. Needless to say, those finds along with the rest of our haul, made us quite the happy little campers.
And because our library loves its readers, we even got to pick up a couple gift cards to our favorite local cafe for participating in the adult summer reading program it does each year. Dark chocolate mint frappes with an extra shot of espresso could only serve to enhance an already splendid day. 😉
Well, it’s Throwback Thursday and I figured instead of sharing an old photo (because I am a rare and elusive creature like that) I would share a couple of old drawings instead.
Edit: Oops. The Nosferatu fan art I dated incorrectly. It’s more recent than 2009 but I’m too lazy/sleepy/meh to fix it right now. -__-
What’s life without a little whimsy?
For those of us who spend a considerable amount of time in public with our nose buried deep in a book, there is one question above all others we are accustomed to hearing: “Hey, whatcha reading?”
So I figured I’d take a moment to stop and share the answer to just that very question.
I tend to rather enjoy books that have a fanciful or odd way of telling their story. It’s one of the many reasons Peter S. Beagle’s The Last Unicorn will always hold a special place in my heart.
An author who has always been on my to-read list for this very sort of reason is Neil Gaiman. I wasn’t sure where to begin, but on my best friend and I’s most recent book hunting expedition at our local library I plucked up a copy of Stardust. Seemed as good of a place to start as any.
Well, Mr. Gaiman, you do not disappoint. I haven’t even quite finished this little delight yet and I already am plotting which of your worlds I shall set up camp in next.
Stardust is proving to be the charming and quirky sort of fairy tale that I admire but simply do not come across as often as I would like. And although the movies almost never measure up to the books, I look forward to watching the film once I’ve finished reading. 🙂
If I was an egotistical person I would find it no small coincidence that fireworks are going off in the background as I write this first blog post. I would smile smugly, assured by all the surrounding festivities that I was giving the people what they want.
Fortunately, I have the confidence and self-worth of a bloated trash raccoon that dances for discarded pizza crusts outside the local frat guys’ dumpster each Friday night, so I am aware that these fireworks are for some other reason entirely. (Obviously some other blogger writing about far more entertaining topics like travel, fashion, or where to get the best coffee enema outside of Los Angeles.)
Fireworks aside, welcome to my blog. It isn’t much now, but I plan on posting frequently about anything and everything creative. Whether it’s works of my own, works I admire by others, or just random ramblings about the struggle and adventure of creating something one is passionate about. I have a love for good stories, no matter the medium they come in. I look forward to sharing my own journey and reading about the stories of others here. (Except maybe you coffee enema bloggers. I just don’t know about you guys . . .)