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Welcome to Week Two

08 Nov

What is it about great big goals and getting sick that make them so compatible? Is it the added stress one takes on? Or perhaps a little kick in the butt to remind one to be humble? Either way, I’m kind of tired of it.

Around the end of week one of my ClarionWest expedition I got super sick. (Too sick to be as nice and charming around Connie Willis and Neil Gaiman as I wanted to be. *pout*) I was tired out from not getting enough sleep, drained from being apart from my home and thrown into this new environment, and probably reaping all the combined stress that I’d been carrying around ever since…well, since I sent my application, actually.

Now, here we are at the end of week one of 2011 NaNoWriMo and I’m sick. Not as bad as that CW experience, but then the circumstances aren’t as extreme, either. (Plus, I don’t think I’m as sick as I’m going to get, so there is still time!) Despite the sore throat, persistent headache and weird hollow feeling in the back of my neck, though, I am still on track to hit my self-imposed NaNo goal. And with one hundred words to spare!

You hear a lot about week two in the NaNo community. There’s this kind of dreadful, dark cloud that hangs over everything. This is the point where the honeymoon generally comes to an end. Characters who were at one point exciting and new become boring and predictable. Settings that once shined with an exotic glamour become trite and dull. Plots that were as twisty as a sailor’s knot look more like flat rope. This, they say, is where it starts to get hard.

And, while I think there’s certainly some truth to that (oh, stupid, stupid mental institute scene), I think the opposite can happen, too. This is where you start really getting to know your characters. Quirks emerge that you couldn’t have planned on. They turn a phrase that is so perfect it seems kind of amazing that you wrote it. This is when you can see that your knotty plot really was a bit flat–and how to fix it. The moments that start happening in week two are kind of magical, but its magic that has come from planting all those lovely little plot and character and setting seeds, and then weeding and tending them so you can watch something green pop through your word dirt.

Then, in December, or January, or twenty years from now, you can come back, brush off the dirt, and keep all those lovely verdigris pieces that were so painful to find amidst the dull, the predictable, and the annoying.

What I’m trying to say here is that week two doesn’t have to be horrible. Once I started giving my story some rope to wander off on, it started pulling me along right behind it. Cut your characters some slack. Throw them into a hard situation. Now is the time to break out the pressure cooker and watch them sweat. Because as we all know, sweaty people are major-interesting!

No…wait…what I mean is: Story is Conflict. Make things hard, and I’m willing to bet they’ll be fun.

Also, if you’re starting to feel sick, take some vitamins and a day off. In the long run, it’ll be worth it.

Current Daily Word Count: 3,263

Current Total Word Count: 22,505

Excerpt from today’s writing:

“Need a hand?” He called out when she saw him. He had a wide, even stride, dark blonde hair, and looked to be about Mom’s age. Sydney was about to tell him to piss off when Mom got out of the car. She was smiling, and she’d wiped the trails of mascara off her cheeks.

“It won’t start,” Mom said as the guy got closer.

“Maybe I can help,” he said, returning her smile with a flash of his own pearly whites. Sydney had the feeling they were in the start of a bad horror movie. Broken down car, outside of a mental institute, some strange man offering to help. Next thing, he’d be drugging Mom and chasing Bryan down with a chainsaw. Sydney, of course, would be the brave heroine who escapes the madman in order to alert the police, only to be stalked by him—and the memories or her poor, slain family—through the rest of the movie.

Sydney gave the guy her best polite smile and moved out of the way so he could join Bryan under the hood.

 
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Posted by on November 8, 2011 in NaNoWriMo, writing

 

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NaNoWriMo the First

01 Nov

I am so, so tired.

Last night Caleb and I went to the official HallowNaNoWeen for our area. He’s not participating, but he did great as encouragement, company and courier throughout the night.

The idea is area NaNoers meet up at Denny’s, chat and get to know each other a bit in the hours leading up to midnight, then at the stroke of twelve we start writing. There were door prizes and such (my tablemate won a freaky chicken) leading up to the magical hour. As well as vast amounts of coffee, scrambling for viable power outlets and plates of communal fried foods.

I thought I was ready.

I’ve spent the last month brainstorming and outlining and preparing, all leading up to the moment when I can unleash my fingers on the keyboard. I felt good about the outline, solid on the story (if not the characters, which I thought was understandable and okay).

What I was not prepared for was the unaccomplished Scrivener update that allows me to use fullscreen. Or the lack of internet capability in Denny’s which robbed me of my precious Pandora. Both of which served to team up with the inevitable rush of nerves that comes along with starting a big, new project.

I froze. Four cups of coffee zooming through my veins and it was all I could do to write my main characters name in the Word document I ended up using for the evening. All around me I hear keys clicking away. Then, in about twelve minutes, I start to hear the shouts of people around me, declaring they’ve reached a thousand words. And then, shortly thereafter, a few industrious souls breaching two thousand.

By that point I was rolling, albeit slower than I was totally comfortable with. We left when I was just over the 1k mark, came home, and didn’t sleep.

Caleb updated my Scrivener, and I planted myself in bed until I got myself to the happy 2k mark. Which was around 4 am.

Then to bed and, much, much too soon, back to being awake.

I feel like e freaking zombie, but I’ve managed to eke out another bonnetfull of words. I may write more later, but for now my wordcount, for this first day of NaNoWriMo, stands at:

3719

Not too shabby.

And an unedited excerpt of this day’s zero draft writing efforts:

“Difference is,’ he said, standing, “we need the napkins and the alcohol. And this…” He waved his arm at the trunk, the boxes, the headboard.

“These are all antiques, as you pointed out. There could be something valuable down here.” She pushed the box she’d found in the trunk further into the shadows where she’d dropped it after running into Bryan. “You know, like on that weird TV show you watch?”

Bryan was a fan of PBS, historical novels, baking and teenage girls. If it weren’t for that last one he could have been somebody’s grandma.

Happy NaNoing! Or just Novembering!

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Posted by on November 1, 2011 in writing

 

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My November Calendar

31 Oct

The first time I participated in NaNoWriMo was 2008. (I had to double-check that year, because it seems like an awfully long time ago.) I outlined about a fifth of my proposed story, started writing, and by the end of the first chapter realized that my plot–which included an at-risk teen going to a haunted boarding school–was preposterous. My main character would never submit to being boarded. So she ran away, instead, and changed the whole damn book. I finished Chasing Smoke on January 6th, 2009.

In 2009 I did a full, if sparse, outline for a novel inspired by something my boss said once, in a rather offhand manner. Struck By Chocolate is a romance novel filled with–you guessed it–chocolate, as well as puns and French-Italians and backbiting coworkers and a secretary that thought she was in the Queen’s Navy. SBC wrapped up on January 12th, I believe, 2010.

2010 was a failure, in terms of NaNo alone, and a partial success in terms of writing a book. You see, I got impatient and started writing a book in October. Then I decided that, for the love of NaNo, I would but Book A on pause, craft a quick draft for a mainstream YA, and then go back to Book A in December.

Ridiculous.

I lasted less than a week before tossing my stupid wanna-be novel in the trash and going back to Book A, which became Cat in the Shel, and which I still am not totally sure what to do with.

My point here being that, when I did finish, I didn’t write The End until some time in January. I’d get my 50k in November, and then things would slow down for Christmas and New Year’s and bathing. This year, I’m going full force. The standard word count goal for NaNo is 1,667 words per day. This would not give me enough words for a finished first draft within the month of November. (I’m aiming for ~85k.) And I really want to finish in November this year, because Uncharted 3 is waiting for me in December. So my goal this year is to write 85k this month.

And take three days off. Because oh my god.

This means I’ll need to average a bit over 3,000 words per day. I’m getting tired just thinking about it. But what the hell, right? I’m young, I’m healthy, and I only live once.

(Plus, Uncharted 3.)

Today I went through my Google calendar and put in my daily wordcount goals, as well as updated all the write-ins in my area I can attend. After I was done, I looked at my screen, hyperventilated a bit, and then decided to share my ridiculous expectations with the rest of you!

So what do you think? Am I mad? What are your crazy impossible awesome goals for November?

And do you have any December treats keeping you moving forward?

 
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Posted by on October 31, 2011 in writing

 

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The Dark, Grey Month of November–Finally!

30 Oct

The time is upon us once again. The leaves have started changing color, snow is falling in my hometown (but not my home, huzzah!) and my roommate bought an industrial sized bag of tiny candies. That’s right (or should I say write?) sports fans–it’s NaNoWriMo time!

For those of you that have been living under a literary rock for the last decade, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. Started in 1999 by the inestimable Chris Baty, NaNoWriMo is a challenge to write 50,000 words in a continued narrative within the 30 days hath November. At this point, the program has stretched far beyond the ‘National’ moniker, with members flung across the globe.

(In fact, somehow I got added to the Africa:Elsewhere regional forum. Trust me–I’m nowhere near Africa.)

Another imperfect element of the NaNoWriMo name is the NOVEL inclusion. The only novel that clock in at 50k are middle grade books. But who cares? I don’t! NaNoWriMo is an opportunity to join forces with thousands of driven, slightly crazy, awesome people moving toward the same goal: something resembling at least the healthy beginning of a novel. That is why, tomorrow night at midnight, I will be sitting in Denny’s with god knows how many NaNoers (rumor has it we have the Denny’s reserved this year!) typing the first sentences, paragraphs and pages of my novel: The Absinthe Gang (tentative title).

Throughout the month of November I will be posting brief, periodic updates on my progress, as well as the occasional excerpt. I find I blog better when I have a focus like this. So, yay! Brief spike in activity.

This year, for the first time, I am going to make a valiant effort to show up to at least two write-ins per week in my area. The write-ins are fellow writers gathering in a room, sitting often ass-to-elbow, and then ignoring each other as we type furiously in our laptops or scrawl in our notebooks until handcramping forces a coffee/cigarette/non-imaginary-hooman interaction break. I think this will be a good way to meet area writers and generally cool kids. (Kids being a non-inclusive term, here.)

Anyone who wishes to buddy up on the NaNo website, my handle is zandila.

Only 28 and one quarter more hours–and counting!

Comic from the awesome Debbie Ridpath Ohi. Check her out!

 
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Posted by on October 30, 2011 in writing

 

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Marking the Occasion

25 Aug

My Favorite Morning Ritual

I am a big fan of ritual. I think it’s important to make a big deal out of certain moments in our lives, like getting married or (eek!) publishing a book. They’re rites of passage, and giving those moments some time in the spotlight does two things:

  • It says that what we’ve been doing is worth celebrating.
  • It gives us an opportunity to reflect, which I think in turn provides fuel for the next awesome challenge.

(Plus, who couldn’t use an extra excuse to down tasty cocktails?)

I also like the intentionality of ritual. Catholic Mass, for example, is about putting the attendants in the frame of mind to be with God. It’s a certain kind of focus that I find missing in a lot of day-to-day life, which is not a bad thing. Just…a thing.

Ritual, for me, wraps the real up into the mysterious, and makes it more than what we can see and touch and feel. It makes these events, at the risk of sounding woo-woo, more spiritual. I think this is an aspect of my character that confuses some people.

And I also think I’m okay with that.

I’ve noticed, though, that I don’t often play off my love of ritual in my writing, at least not in any transparent way. I could argue that all of my writing is ritualistic, but I’m thinking something more defined. More like my story “A Dancer For Aonou”, which features a pagan blood ritual as a central motif. Considering that the story was my WotF honorable mention, as well as my first sale, it might behoove me to explore the ritual aspect a bit more in future writings.

Actually, I think it would be cool to see more fiction about ritual in general. What one society chooses to ritualize–and how they illustrate that–can be so illuminating! In our society we laud the birth of a child, the purchase of a new home…what about a society that marks a woman’s first kiss with ritualized scarification? Or a society that ushers children into adulthood by giving them wings?

What we as individuals, and as societies, choose to venerate says a lot about us. Think of your story, or your novel. What do the people in your world celebrate? What are their rituals?

 

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Posted by on August 25, 2011 in discovery, writing

 

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The Muse and Maple Syrup

09 Aug

Imagine you are a big, beautiful maple tree. You have lovely green leaves for shade in the spring and summer, foliage that would make a hooker blush in the fall and delightful creeping branches bereft of life in the winter. You stand in a grove amongst your fellow maple tree, in some chilly climate in the north.

And every year someone cuts you open to drain you of sap, so they can have something yummy on their pancakes.

Only, the person cutting you open is yourself.

And the sap is your creative juices. And think of that syrup as novels, short stories, poetry, or even blog posts.

What are the pancakes in this scenario? Um…moving on!

Back to the maples. Each tree only has so much sap in it at a given time. Eventually, the tree runs low, and then dry. And if you tap and tap and tap, without letting the tree restore itself naturally, what you get is only a small trickle compared to what you might get otherwise.

(Please excuse me if I’m utterly butchering the science of maple trees. It’s on my creative license that I get to warp nature to my needs.)

For some people, this fallow period represents writer’s block, and—if allowed to fester—can become something damaging. For others, though, this can be seen as a chance to rest, and rejuvenate.

When the sap has run dry, and you feel like your creative juices are coming in at a trickle, what do you do?

Better question, since this is my blog: What do I do? I have a few methods for approaching these periods, and all of them work differently at different times. Such is the human temperament.

One of my favorite activities to stir up my juices is to take long walks, preferably through a forested area, preferably alone. And when I say alone, I mean no music, no podcasts, no dogs or cell phones. Since I don’t exercise much, I wind up feeling semi-healthy for a while, and it gets blood moving through my body and into my brain in ways I don’t normally get to enjoy.

I suppose you could just exercise, but…dear god, why!?

Watching TV. Oh, the bane of pretentious scholars everywhere. And, truth be told, I hate most television. More importantly, I hate broadcast television. Commercials are mind-numbing. Soul-sucking. Creativity-killing. But a good story, told in an efficient manner? That I can get behind. Not to mention the plethora of engaging documentaries out there. All the stuff National Geographic and the History Channel puts out are creative gold mines. I often watch these with a pen and paper nearby, so I can jot down any ideas I have.

(I’ve found documentaries useful in both fallow and fertile times.)

I think the most important thing to do, though, is rest. Catch up on reading. Spend time with friends, out in the world. And be nice to yourself. The fallow periods are not forever. The words will come back. The ideas will come back, if you let them. Don’t neglect your writing, but don’t force it, either. Take a couple of days away from the keyboard or the notebook, and then try again.

If you look back over a lot of my posts, you may notice that I’m a word counter, and a huge proponent of writing every day. But between projects, I think a little downtime is essential, and restorative. Feed your muse, or whatever the hell you want to call that part of yourself. And don’t freak out if it takes a little while for the sap to fill back up.

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Posted by on August 9, 2011 in creating, writing

 

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Margo Lanagan, Pie & Exhaustion

06 Jul

Welcome to week three. This is the time when exhaustion starts to creep into the edges of things. When reading one more story feels like a nigh insurmountable hurdle. When writing another story feels like torture. (Hey–when does it not, right?)

I’ve noticed a couple of things this week. Class starts at nine AM, Monday through Friday. In the first week we were all rushing to get there at 8:59.59. Then last week we were sliding into our seats with a few seconds to spare. This morning, most of us were in the classroom five, even ten minutes before the stroke of learning. (That’s what she said.)

Another thing is that I find myself seeking solitude more often, and with greater fervency. I expect this theme to continue, to some degree or another. Today, for example, I spent most of the afternoon alone, in the basement. And, since I had such a pleasant few hours down there, I will tell you what I did.

  • Critiqued a story.
  • Stood up and stretched.
  • Critiqued another story.
  • Made myself a cup of tea and grabbed a piece of awesome yummy banana bread.
  • Watched videos of So You Think You Can Dance (Do not resist the clickage!)
  • ‘Finished’ my story for Friday

Good times were had by all. But the intense socialization that ClarionWest can cultivate does get wearing. Even sitting amongst half a dozen quiet writers in the common room, each focused on their own task, takes something out of you. And since the common room was practically deserted when I emerged for dinner, I must assume I’m not the only person here dealing with this particular stressor.

In other news: Pie!

And, furthermore: Margo Lanagan!

We got an interesting mini-lecture from Margo this morning concerning titles. Apparently, we somewhat suck at titles. Speaking for myself, I already knew that. I mean, ‘Phibs, Lies & Whiskey’ was probably my best. Title. Evar. And that was produced a while ago. Like…years, or summat.

She said that a title should sum up the essence of a story, without giving away the plot, a feat at which Debbie Does Dallas fails miserably. Some pointers she gave for choosing a title:

  • Refer to reference materials used. Her story ‘Eyelids of the Dawn’ refers to the description of the Leviathan in the ultimate reference book–the Bible.
  • Refer to the story itself. ‘A Fine Magic’ came directly from the character in said story, when describing his work.
  • Use the setting to inform the title. ’Under Hell Over Heaven’ is a story Margo wrote about, you guessed it, Heaven and Hell.
  • Use the action to inform the title. In ‘Singing My Sister Down’ the main character does exactly that. But the actions are so divorced from the world we know, and so intriguing, that even thought this sums up the story, it doesn’t give anything away.

Of course, some stories come with a title attached to them, already. Struck By Chocolate, my attempt at a romance novel, came to me title first, and then the plot rushed in to fill out the space. And I’ve picked up a couple of titles here to stories I will likely never write, but I like the sound of it. Like ‘A Bucket Full of Medical Care’. Sounds awesome, if I could figure out what the hell it means.

 
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Posted by on July 6, 2011 in Clarion West, discovery, Uncategorized, writing

 

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All Hail the Weekend

26 Jun

I thought writers were antisocial folks! After this last weekend, I’m beginning to doubt the veracity of that.

Friday was our last day with Paul Park as instructor. We read over and discussed a few more of the plot exercises, and afterward we had out first set of stories to critique. So that afternoon I critiqued one of the stories. Most of that I did by myself in the creepy basement, until I realized that the twitching motion I could see in the corner of my eye was actually a quarter sized spider scuttling dangerously close (read:within one hundred yards) to me. I whipped off my shoe and smote him mightily, then got the hell out of the basement.

That evening a large group of us took the bus to Seattle Center, where we sat in for a pair of delightful readings from Connie Willis and Terry Bisson. Afterward there was the first Clarion West Friday party, in honor of Paul Park and in conjunction with the Locus Awards. After I got a beer in me it was great fun, even though I was already tired from missing my afternoon nap. I got back to the house a little before eleven, then spent some time Skyping with my husband before I fell asleep.

Only to wake up at seven the next morning in order to go out for breakfast with said husband and a good friend of hours, at Toulouse Petit. After an hour and a half of yummy food and conversation and coffee I was dropped off at the hotel where the Locus awards were being held. There were a couple panels in the morning. Comedy in Fiction and The Near-Future of Publishing, descriptions of which I’m sure you can find elsewhere. One note from the publishing panel, though. Mary Robinette Kowal proposed the idea of having an iTunes like store available for short stories, opening the ability to purchase one short story at a time. I think that’s a cool idea for the eReader crowd.

After the panels there was a coffee run and some milling around, wherein Connie Willis granted badges to those of us who had dared to not wear a Hawaiian shirt to the awards. Since I was wearing a shirt covered in skulls, and Connie didn’t buy my explanation as to how my shirt really was Hawaiian, I got a badge.

Then, luncheon, Nancy Kress in a grass skirt, Gardner Dozois in a coconut bra and poetry sung to the tune of Gilliigan’s island. At one point Connie called me to the podium, and asked me to tell everyone what I’d said when she confronted me about my lack of Hawaiian shirt.

“It’s my Pearl Harbor shirt,” I said, which earned me a room full of groans. Not to mention a heady, burning blush in my cheeks.

After that merriment the Locus awards got underway. Congratulations to all the winners!

By this point I was feeling quite fatigued, but there was still the SF Hall of Fame inductions! So we wandered over to the EMP, where it is held, and filed into the auditorium to listen to some very good speeches. A little more than halfway through, as I was enjoying Neil Gaiman’s semi-meta piece about his relationship with Harlan Ellison (who was inducted but couldn’t attend) I started getting really warm. And nauseous. By the end of everything I was pretty convinced I was going to puke.

I’m glad I held it together, though, because it would have been very bad for to get sick when Neil complimented me on my shirt in the hallway, as I was waiting for my ride to assemble. As it was, I went straight home, washed off my makeup and crawled into bed. Aside from a couple hours around midnight I slept until ten am the next day, and feel much better for it.

The moral of this story, that I should remember with tenacity, is that it does not pay to shirk on my sleep obligations. For those currently attending Clarion West, and those who will be in the future, I think it’s an important thing to remember. Writing when exhausted is hard. Giving critiques in that state of mind is hard. Existing on the same plane as the ret of humanity is hard.

I knew I was starting to crack around Thursday, and then I just kept pushing it. I’m glad, at least, that I learned the error of that early on, when my responsibilities to this workshop could forgive it.

 
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Posted by on June 26, 2011 in Clarion West, writing

 

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Paul Park on Plot

23 Jun

So, day four draws to a close. It’s kind of amazing and scary to think that tomorrow is out last day with the estimable Paul Park. Just twenty four hours ago I was talking about how we were only on day three, and we had so much time ahead of us. Now, as Thursday is now officially over, it seems our days are numbered. Such an interesting thing, time. Maybe it stretches in all sorts of crazy ways inside this house. We’ve stumbled upon a rift. How appropriate for an F/SF group, eh?

Today we discussed plot, and the various, typical kinds of plot. Our exercise yesterday was to draw up a brief, 5-6 scene outline for a short story. I’ve been outlining for a long time, after being inducted about three years ago when I did my first NaNo. I’m hooked, I gotta say. The short story I wrote for this last week, however, I did seat of my pants, in order to try something new. Dare to fail. Stretch yourself. You know, all that good scary stuff. So moving back to structure was really comfortable for me, but learning about the four basic story structures as Park laid out was really informative. Now, for your consumption pleasure, I’m going to try to lay out those structures. Keep in mind I have had two point five alcoholic drinks, and I am writing in a room of twelve talking people.

Here we go!

Action story: This story is your classic, linear, causal action drawn story. This kind of story is generally ABC structure, and ends with a happy ending. It begins with one or two scenes of the MC at rest, so we can establish who he is, how he relates to his world, etc. Then a problem arises, he attempts to fix it, fails, etc. Two essential endings are implied in the plot, essentially success or failure, but once we get to the ending, if we see either of these expectations played out then we feel cheated. So these stories pretty much require some kind of earned twist or reversal. Usually features flat characters.

Fate Story: Plot is less crucial here. We’re following a character, and the events of the story are determined not by outside actions, but by the characters motivations and flaws. Love stories follow this structure. Note–love stories, not romances. These stories often have tragic endings, because they are driven by the character’s obsession, problems, etc. These characters are ROUND.

Manners story: Common in genre literature. The point of the story is to introduce the reader to a new society. This is not common in a short story, and the plot is often pretty loose. We don’t have to worry so much about cause and effect, as the point is dramatizing different aspects of the society. The reader is drawn through different situations, being shown interesting pieces and illuminations. These stories often have subplots that follow the lines of actions stories. Characters are FLAT.

World Story: This story relies on the rhythms of nature. Generational sagas, birth, death, etc. Families feature largely in these kinds of pieces. This story is free in time and space, being driven by the kinds of rhythms we see in nature. The momentum is dependent not on overlaid plot, but on, again, natural rhythms. This can be extrapolated to include any number of things, like seasons, life, um…other cycles.

It was definitely enlightening. I stick with action stories, across the board. I think I should try to branch out a bit, toy with some of these other structures. I’m especially intrigued by the world structure, the idea f following the rhtyhms of nature to inform a story.

Okee! 1 minute left on my battery!

 
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Posted by on June 23, 2011 in Clarion West, planning, writing

 

Paul Park: Day Three, A Breakdown

23 Jun
Eliza is exhausted.
  • Breakfast
  • Printer errors
  • Coffee x2
  • Readings
  • Plot structure assignment
  • Editing
  • Dinner–veggie jambalaya. I will never be late again.
  • Secret project
  • Samantha Who? (don’t tell anyone. Christina Applegate is my dirty little secret.)
  • Walking
  • Alcohol–Mac & Jacks African Amber
  • Conversation–Holland, workshops, teaching
  • More alcohol– IPA, unknown origin
  • More conversation–war, Clive Barker, marriage
  • Burnt out light in the girl’s bathroom (thanks, A!)
  • Bedtime

Good night, and good luck.

 
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Posted by on June 23, 2011 in Clarion West, editing, writing

 
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