Friday, December 7, 2012

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is just sit at a typewriter and bleed.” –Ernest Hemingway

I'm a horrible blogger. I really am, I must have some kind of ADD when it comes to writing or blogging. Sorry about that. My idea has evolved...a lot. I added a character, changed names more than once and completely changed the whole concept. I'm such a indecisive person.

Procrastination. It's like one of those friends who always call you when you're doing something important and won't hang up until you've talked to them for three hours. And then they call back five minutes later. I haven't written one word. I've got scene ideas in my head but no main plot. That might be a problem. In a couple days, I'll get an idea for a different set of characters and bam. No more story. I don't know how to stop this never-ending phenomenon.. It's driving me crazy. No really, it is. Although, they say that if you know you're crazy, you're actually not. Can anyone say 'confusing'?

Alright, Christmas music may not be the best thing to listen to while blogging. It makes my thoughts all jumbled and the only thing I can clearly think of is hot chocolate. Hmm.

Forever Procrastinating,
   Autumn

Sunday, December 2, 2012

“Be passionate about what you write, believe in your ability to convey timeless ideas, and let no one tell you what you’re capable of.” -Christina Westover

First impressions, first blog posts and first lines are the most important, or so it seems. Every advice blog I read pounds my head with the fact that if your first line stinks, so does your book. Probably, why I have a folder full of stories that have never been started. Today, I found my first line. I wish I could know how it happened. I wish I could write down how I do it. But soon, I'll be stuck again without the ability to recreate the process. That's life, I guess.

I'm still having trouble fleshing out my story. I don't know whether they should have superpowers or not. If they do, how they get them, how they use them. To sum it up, I have a lot of work to do.

Forever Swamped,
  Autumn