Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Writing Process Blog Tour
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Why I’ve been a Part of ….. for Years.
this great video taken at the wonderful 2013 James River Writers Conference shows why
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Drowning in Social Media Or Really, the Freaking Thing Stole all my Words
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Does Anyone Else
Have music and lyrics popping up in your head? As a writer I mean, not a musician. And not like songs you’ve heard on the radio or anything.
I’m not a musician. Don’t even play the ‘radio’ all that much, so I don’t really listen to music much. I have been thinking maybe I should change that since Maggie Stiefvater uses music to help her write. And seeing her success maybe there’s something to be said for that right? I was wondering if maybe it would help my writing. If nothing else maybe help my characters stop running amok and doing their own thing. Sort of a musical chairs writing game or something. Maybe. Okay, so yeah, I’m getting a bit desperate to get these characters on their own and out of the house already so I can make room for all the others that have intentions on moving in. There’s only so much space in one’s brain to hold characters after all, and some are getting downright snitty at having to wait.
So thinking about writing to music isn’t exactly a new thing I’ve thought of, I’ve just not spent the time finding music I didn’t get annoyed with after awhile. Sometimes a really short while.
And it isn’t the first time I’ve had a tune and lyrics show up in my head and demand to be written down.
But it is rather annoying being treated by songs the same way as by characters.
I mean, why me? I could sort of understand the lyrics part since I have always jotted down poems and such, but the music part? I’ve not exactly ever been all that musical. So I’m not sure why they are showing up in my head more and more. Is it leakage from someone else’s brain? Like music/song waves in the atmosphere or something, and I just happen to be picking them up?
Darn if I know.
But hey. I can hear the music in my head, although that’s not going to help you very much, even if you do want it. But if you happen to be missing lyrics I might be able to help you. Call me.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Ode to the Storyteller within
where we’ve been
Who we are
And sometimes where we are going
Your life is a story, always evolving and changing
How are you going to tell it?
How are you going to sell it
And still have value for yourself
[sgchris/2005]
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Questions, questions, questions
So, what questions should I be asking you?
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Bemused at writing
Often just bemused because I am a writer.
And now a bemused blogger too [thanks, or no thanks, to my writing group].
How has this all come about? And from a person that really doesn’t like to write! That has been known to declare emphatically that I hate it!
I’ve come around, at least somewhat, and no longer use that word to describe my feelings about writing. I still will probably never use the word love to describe it, as I’ve heard from other writers. But I’ve come to realize that hate really is too strong a statement, or so complex an issue I’ve not really written even to myself. Since I’ve always written in some form, usually little poems or thoughts I call snippets [which I might include some day]. It’s always just been a part of what I do, scribbling on whatever surface is handy at the time to get the thought down, having learned from Hard experience if I don’t get the brilliance down right when it comes it often never shines so brightly again. I’ve discovered just as those that haunt the physical finds of yesteryear that most times all the polishing in the world will never restore it to what it was originally.
Perhaps I have come to more of an acceptance of the pain and frustration that is a part of writing. A part of the pain and frustration of writing that is the racking of brains, and sometimes the dictionaries and whoever/whatever is handy, for the perfect words to perfectly convey what those yammering characters are trying to get me to write down for them. Or just adequately get out, depending on the ever growing skills I hope I am accumulating as a writer. And trying to master the skill of the imagination truce with all the varied and loud, insistent characters always roaming and clopping through my imagination at all times. Or maybe they have just all worn me down enough to do their bidding, at least on the page. And caused me to begin to accept my fate in life as a writer.
Oh I know people have wondered about my reluctance as a writer. Bemused people for a bemused writer. Perhaps things will all become clear for all of us someday. Or at least clearer.
[So, what are you bemused by? And what are you waiting to see clearer? Are they one and the same?