As 2018 became 2019, I decided to try working a new habit into my morning routine. After feeding my cat and making myself a cup of coffee, I would sit at my laptop and write a paragraph of fiction. Every morning. Not a paragraph of the same story, not a paragraph that would necessarily grow to be larger than a paragraph, definitely not a paragraph I would show anyone. Just write at least one paragraph, at least three sentences long, of something fictional. It could be the beginning of a story. It could be the ending on an unwritten story. It could fall somewhere in the middle. It could just be a description of a person, a thing, a place. It could be some fictional history or other worldbuilding. It could just be practicing sentence structure and otherwise be nonsense. I just wanted to get into the habit of practicing writing the way an artist sketches or a musician practices their instrument.
As of today, I’ve written a full month of paragraphs. What do I do now?
I mean, besides keep writing, obviously.
On one hand, with the premise “adventurer can travel anywhere in time and space, in stories that can be pretty much any genre or mashup of genres”, it makes sense to me that Doctor Who would be such an incredibly long-running, popular series. But… (more…)
I did a thing! It was fun and brilliant and none of you will ever get to see it. Maybe. We’ll see.
I decided to do Camp NaNoWriMo this April. I failed at it, but more importantly, I succeeded at it. It turns out, if I give myself two goals, I have a better chance of hitting at least one of them. At least when it comes to writing. Actually, I can think of some other areas where that works, too, but that’s another blog post or two. (more…)
I spend a lot of time thinking about writing. Much more time thinking about it than actually doing it. Okay, that’s not entirely true. I’ve been writing poetry consistently for a while, posting poems twice a week. I tweet a lot, I post little rants and raves on Facebook, but fiction? Not so much with the fiction writing. Just thinking about the fiction writing. (more…)
I fell in love with Elizabeth Fraser in college. If you don’t know her, she was the singer and lyricist for the Cocteau Twins, one of the more well-known bands to come from the indie 4ad label in the UK (although maybe not as well-known as the Pixies, but that’s neither here nor there), their music known mostly for shimmering, layered guitars and songs with arcane titles and even more arcane lyrics, sung with beautiful, soaring, rolling vocals. They’re responsible for the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard in my life: (more…)