Plots at my feet
May. 9th, 2006 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katiefooleryI believe I’ve often complained about the way university ruined my attitude to writing. Oh yes. Just give me an opening and I’ll waffle on forever, telling you about the fact that I’m amazed I did as well as I did, what with writing stories that neither my lecturer nor I even liked. What was the point of it?
It was mostly my own fault, of course. If I’d actually spent some time investigating the degree and the university a bit more, I probably would have chosen differently.
But I didn’t.
So I can’t really complain, seeing as it’s all my own fault.
The silly thing is that I’ve taken so long to address the problem. I suppose it’s easier to complain than to do something. But that has changed. The last week devoted to associating writing with good things, rather than negative ones. I’ve done writing at work; I’ve done writing at home; I’ve rewarded myself when I achieved the tasks I set myself.
In fact, I’ve written 3,328 words since last Wednesday. And the best thing is that I know I could have done more and I fully intend to do so.
One thousand of those words went towards my short story revolving around the Honourable League of Psychics. Oh, they’re an odd bunch. And the earrings are compulsory. On the down side, the thousand words aren’t that great. Luckily, there’s an up side and it relates to the way the story kept whispering to me as we went along. “Oh, that’s rubbish, I know,” it would whisper. “But look – you’ve raised a plot point. And what if they acutally knew each other. Wouldn’t that change the story entirely? And can he see her or not? Make sure you hint instead of being obvious. And mention the earrings. That’s important.”
My mind seems to be incredibly receptive to stories at the moment. Everything I look at tells a story. The curtains, that CD, a pile of floppy disks... Well, perhaps not everything, but a lot of things. The story I’ve started for FictionPress seems to inspire a good deal of these thoughts. New characters keep tapping me on the shoulder for recognition, more often than not dumping a entire plot down at my feet when I let them in.
It’s wonderful. I feel energised and revitalised as a writer.
As for the proof of all this writing, you can find it at FictionPress in the form of Holly Hughes. It’s an on-going story that I will be updating regularly so if you feel like something to read, go for it. I’d love some feedback. If it doesn’t make sense or if I’ve actually done something right, please let me know. I believe you never stop learning as a writer and I’m always keen for some more lessons.
It was mostly my own fault, of course. If I’d actually spent some time investigating the degree and the university a bit more, I probably would have chosen differently.
But I didn’t.
So I can’t really complain, seeing as it’s all my own fault.
The silly thing is that I’ve taken so long to address the problem. I suppose it’s easier to complain than to do something. But that has changed. The last week devoted to associating writing with good things, rather than negative ones. I’ve done writing at work; I’ve done writing at home; I’ve rewarded myself when I achieved the tasks I set myself.
In fact, I’ve written 3,328 words since last Wednesday. And the best thing is that I know I could have done more and I fully intend to do so.
One thousand of those words went towards my short story revolving around the Honourable League of Psychics. Oh, they’re an odd bunch. And the earrings are compulsory. On the down side, the thousand words aren’t that great. Luckily, there’s an up side and it relates to the way the story kept whispering to me as we went along. “Oh, that’s rubbish, I know,” it would whisper. “But look – you’ve raised a plot point. And what if they acutally knew each other. Wouldn’t that change the story entirely? And can he see her or not? Make sure you hint instead of being obvious. And mention the earrings. That’s important.”
My mind seems to be incredibly receptive to stories at the moment. Everything I look at tells a story. The curtains, that CD, a pile of floppy disks... Well, perhaps not everything, but a lot of things. The story I’ve started for FictionPress seems to inspire a good deal of these thoughts. New characters keep tapping me on the shoulder for recognition, more often than not dumping a entire plot down at my feet when I let them in.
It’s wonderful. I feel energised and revitalised as a writer.
As for the proof of all this writing, you can find it at FictionPress in the form of Holly Hughes. It’s an on-going story that I will be updating regularly so if you feel like something to read, go for it. I’d love some feedback. If it doesn’t make sense or if I’ve actually done something right, please let me know. I believe you never stop learning as a writer and I’m always keen for some more lessons.