Category Archives: The Fictorians

…for the most part. A little over a month ago I wrote about how I was avoiding writing. Actively not doing my job. And, though I failed that week in overcoming my issues. I have since made progress. Kylie asked for an update. Here it is.

At some point, a few weeks ago, I made a resolution (like for New Year’s – except I’m keeping this one) that I would wake up and write. I would not check the insidious email distraction until I wrote for several hours first.

If I check the email first, then I get side-tracked by reading blogs, leaving comments in hopes of winning some prize for doing so, deleting the hundred emails I don’t have time for, answering questions, and doing tasks requested in emails. Seriously, that can take me until noon if I’m not careful. Then I try to write but my brain is fried from the afore-mentioned distractions, so I need a nap, and then I’m fuzzy headed and not feeling creative. Another day gone and wasted and no writing to show for it. Grrrr.

But with my new resolution, if I don’t look at the email, don’t even open it until after I write, even if I don’t get back to the writing in the afternoon, I’ve accomplished my main goal of getting words on page. HA! Evil email and internet tool that I love, I have conquered you and I wrote despite your tempting ways.

Maintaining my resolution, I am working my way through my story. Some days are more productive than others, but whether I get 600 words or 6000, I am getting closer to ‘The End’.

How is everyone else doing?

Unleashing the Muse

October 5, 2011

KylieQ

Do you have a muse? Does your muse have a solid form: arms, legs, hair, clothes? Or it is an ethereal creature, more of a spirit moving quietly within your mind? Writers throughout time have held close this image of a muse and many have fervently believed their muse to be the wellspring of their ideas. The ancient Greeks believed in nine muses, the daughters of Zeus, who inspired writers, poets, artists and musicians. Perhaps the idea of a muse is to ease the pressure on ourselves. When the words won’t come, it’s not our fault – it’s because the muse has temporarily abandoned us.

My ideas originate from deep inside of me, swirling up out of a jumble of every sight, sound, taste, smell and thought I’ve ever had, from every image I’ve seen, every conversation I’ve overheard, every book I’ve read, every movie I’ve watched. Somehow, out of all of this confusion of experiences, comes an idea. Perhaps a single image or character, sometimes a place or time that begs me to explore. And gradually, as that idea lingers in my mind, it somehow weaves itself into a story, with other characters, a landscape, a mythology, a purpose. And that’s the magic of being a writer, isn’t it? Taking that single image or idea and turning it into something that’s beautiful or horrifying or wonderful, or maybe all three at once.

But what do you do when the muse refuses to talk? When you sit down at the computer, put your fingers to the keyboard, and the words won’t come? Some writers use a variety of exercises to get the creativity flowing: free writing, character backgrounds, writing a scene using nothing but dialogue. Some leave that project to work on another for a time, maybe a short story. Others subscribe to the good old theory of BICHOK: Butt In Chair, Hands On Keyboard.

I waiver between trying hard to adhere to the butt in chair philosophy and merely waiting: waiting for inspiration to return. The latter is never efficient and rarely effective, yet we writers are somehow able to justify to ourselves time spent doing absolutely nothing while waiting for the muse to return. What other profession could do this?

So how do you intend to cope when the muse next abandons you? Make a plan and you’re that much closer to surviving the absence of the fickle force we call creativity. What will it be: butt in chair, creativity exercises, reading quotes of inspiration? Share your plan and perhaps you’ll spread a little inspiration amongst us all.

That Warm and Fuzzy Feeling

September 23, 2011

Dylan Blacquiere

Character Craft & Skills Dylan Blacquiere The Writing Life 5 Comments

So, I did it. 40,917 words. 113 pages. All in three days.

Now I have a novella to show for it – one that needs massive editing, mind, and one that I’ve been finding little narrative holes all through the more that I think about it – but nevermind. It’s done. I entered the Three-Day Novel Writing Contest and I made my goal. I got the e-mail from the contest organizer that proves it. In January I learn what they thought of it and whether it was enough to get on the shortlist (my oh-so-Canadian goal).

Now, of course, the writing has to take a back seat to work and life and all of those other things that I put off. There are lots of scientific papers to write and other duties at work to complete. There’s a house to clean before the in-laws get here for Thanksgiving. There won’t be time to sit down and write anything more for a while, but honestly? That can’t wipe out the sense of accomplishment that this gave me.

I wrote this. I sat down and wrote a story that I like and that I’m happy with, beginning to end. The three days bit was fun and outrageous, but that sense of completion? I would have that whether it had been three days or three years.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt that satisfied. Like many writers, I have a hard-drive full of unfinished drafts and false starts, and sometimes I go back in my weaker moments to try and recapture the creative energy that seemed to come from those beginnings. I’ve often felt a strange nostalgia in reading these – a sense of the possibility that the story held, and a moment of sadness that it didn’t seem to take off from the ground. There were always reasons why they didn’t work – a plot point too unbelievable, a character too unsympathetic – but there was always some spark there, and I sometimes wish I could take those fragments and keep going on them.
Maybe someday.

But there comes a point when you need to finish something, and when you do, even if it’s not as exciting as publication, it always feels like the biggest thing in the whole world. This is the first story I’ve finished in a long, long time, let alone something I’m happy with, and I’m looking forward to letting it stew for a while before tackling it with an even greater vigour, trying to craft it into something even more than it is now.

I’d love to hear how other people feel when they finish. Do you get pleased with yourself, like I do, or does it just spur you on to greater things? What’s been the most accomplished moment you’ve had lately with your writing?

Black and White…Gray and Gold

September 21, 2011

KDAlex

K.D. Alexander The Writing Life No Comments

My day job exists in a strange state of flux. There is only black and white, no shades between. I deal in actual fact, method, motive, and circumstance.

But yet, everything is painted over with this strange gray haze. Good guys do bad things, sometimes bad guys do good things. Smart people make dumb decisions, and generally ignorant people end up doing things so off the wall bloody fricken’ genius that it would just make your head spin.

I exist in the here and now, the actual reality of fictional realism. Things that happen defy logic, exist without rhyme or reason. They’re just accepted as existing, simply because they are.

But even in the end of it, we’re all guided by black and white. Yet, while there is only one right way to do things, there’s an infinite number of wrong ways to do the right thing.

And so exist my characters. There is no defined archetype. They exist because they do. And the things they do, they do because they want to. Whether guided by logic, madness, revenge, or even lust. Heck, I’ve been known to find some strange demonic presence skulking about in the corner of a character’s bedroom, guiding their hand in all that is achieved.

I’ve heard the modern era of fiction’s gray bemoaned by the archetypical fiction writers. There’s nothing wrong stylistically.

But, we live in troubled times. And the greatest fiction often mimics society at the time of its writing.

Don’t be afraid to try something new.

Because even in the gray, you might find your gold.