A place where books, writing, Catholicism, thoughts, ideas, and the nonsensical ramblings of my brain are all mixed into one. A brew of my favorite topics that's almost as good as that of my favorite coffee. Almost.
Writerly (Rye-ter-lee) adj. : Of or relating to something that makes one want to dash off and write a story/and or reminds one of something they saw in a book. Example: The antique store, with its tall shelves crammed with unique trinkets and baubles, had a writerly atmosphere that the girl recognized as soon as her foot crossed the threshhold.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Chapter Planning
This week has been really great! I've gotten almost an entire chapter written in my book! I started the chapter on Monday, just writing down what I had in my head. However, as the hours flew by, and I had hardly anything to show for my work, I realized how vital it is to actually plan out the entire chapter before beginning to write. So I wrote down a couple of ideas for the chapter, then started the next day on it. And, I was delighted to see how easy the dialogue and description flowed from my head onto the paper. It seriously helps to have a plan, and I'm super happy to have gotten past a scene that I had been stuck on for a long time.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Monday at Hilton Head
Well, we're here at Hilton Head Island, until next Saturday! What a relief to get the trip done with! Today is the feast of the Assumption, and we just made it to a five o'clock Mass, which I was so grateful for. The weather was muggy all morning, with no sun to speak of, just huge, ominous thunderclouds. Around 3 it started raining, and has been on and off ever since. From the balcony of our condo, we can see the ocean. It is beautiful! So relaxing just to sit outside on the porch and listen to the waves crash on the sand. Tomorrow, I hope is a little better weather, so we can go swimming and play tennis. We are literally 500 ft. from the ocean (roughly). Love it.
It has been a fantastic day, but perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I slept until 11:30. I look forward to plenty of time to write and read and pray while we're here. So peaceful. Thank you, Lord!
It has been a fantastic day, but perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I slept until 11:30. I look forward to plenty of time to write and read and pray while we're here. So peaceful. Thank you, Lord!
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Today
Today... oh what a day.
Lovely Mass this morning, then three tedious hours of shopping. Tax free weekends=great stuff, but hours of hunger, pushing and shoving in the shoe aisle, and still more time spent sighing in front of the dressing room mirror. Goodness, what a long day.
Overall, however, its been a great weekend. S'mores last night over the grill, two rented movies, and pizza! What a blast!
For now, however, as mom is making dinner, and I have time to kill before feeding the baby calf...I think I will work on my book.
Perhaps I'll get an entire chapter done, perhaps a page...we shall see...
Goal today: write scene where Dreya is in Kyrsa, with Mayoria. Mayoria introduces goblin thief, and tells of her Irian's capture.
Lovely Mass this morning, then three tedious hours of shopping. Tax free weekends=great stuff, but hours of hunger, pushing and shoving in the shoe aisle, and still more time spent sighing in front of the dressing room mirror. Goodness, what a long day.
Overall, however, its been a great weekend. S'mores last night over the grill, two rented movies, and pizza! What a blast!
For now, however, as mom is making dinner, and I have time to kill before feeding the baby calf...I think I will work on my book.
Perhaps I'll get an entire chapter done, perhaps a page...we shall see...
Goal today: write scene where Dreya is in Kyrsa, with Mayoria. Mayoria introduces goblin thief, and tells of her Irian's capture.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
My Medieval Malady
It occurred to me today that I am a complete and utter sucker for anything medieval. Swords, castles, flowing dresses, tunics, iron fortresses, dungeons, and the likes seem to constantly lure me away from my world of reality and into my imagination. Countless hours, have I spent, dreaming of charming worlds filled with such medieval things. Even now, as I peruse the various fonts I might put this snippet of writing into, the font "trebuchet" immediately catches my eye. And so begins my daydreams, many trebuchets lined up on a green battlefield in the heat of summer, thousands of foot soldiers behind them, their armor and chain-mail glinting brightly in the sun, the opposing army a league away, less in numbers, led by a fair-headed king atop his white stallion, dressed in royal purple...
And I am jerked from this thought with the cold chill of the air-conditioning vent blasting air on my feet, and the monotonous, near-constant drone of Disney channel in the back round. Yet soon, I guarantee, something, somewhere, will spark those thoughts, and again my mind will return to that green meadow...perhaps, though, this time, the king will not win the battle, the maiden will not be rescued, and the villain will rule supreme. Let's hope not.
So long as I have ample to to concoct these stories, good triumphs over evil. And if it doesn't, well, then I'll rewind my brain and rethink the entire story, searching for what went wrong.
I am not some weaver of tales, despite what my writer's side may argue, but a humble writer afflicted with a virulent disease: medieval obsession.
Bubonic plague, smallpox, an unjust king...these I could do without.
But, so long as I make up the stories, and my medieval-ly obsessed brain is a-whirl, you can basically guarantee that there will be a mention of a sword somewhere in it.
And I am jerked from this thought with the cold chill of the air-conditioning vent blasting air on my feet, and the monotonous, near-constant drone of Disney channel in the back round. Yet soon, I guarantee, something, somewhere, will spark those thoughts, and again my mind will return to that green meadow...perhaps, though, this time, the king will not win the battle, the maiden will not be rescued, and the villain will rule supreme. Let's hope not.
So long as I have ample to to concoct these stories, good triumphs over evil. And if it doesn't, well, then I'll rewind my brain and rethink the entire story, searching for what went wrong.
I am not some weaver of tales, despite what my writer's side may argue, but a humble writer afflicted with a virulent disease: medieval obsession.
Bubonic plague, smallpox, an unjust king...these I could do without.
But, so long as I make up the stories, and my medieval-ly obsessed brain is a-whirl, you can basically guarantee that there will be a mention of a sword somewhere in it.
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