Well I found this blog again and I'm pretty happy that I did because it is really going to be a place where I can write down exactly what is going on in this crazy life of mine. For now I'm keeping the title of the blog the same, Still writing, because I am, will and always will be writing. I may change it though, and I feel like I want to do more with this blogging thing. If other people can do it why can't I. I already write, and better than most of the general public. Lol...or at least I like to think I do.
To many of you out there in the world-Fan fiction is lame. It's for pimply teenagers, or dorks- but to me it is the avenue with which I choose to express myself. The naysayers- my mom, my husband, my friends- all wish I would begin to write more original fiction and develop my own characters but writing within the framework comes naturally and is a good writing exercise. Without having to work on characterizations, I know the world and the characters so well. It's more than that though.
I am currently publishing and am halfway through writing A Less Than Perfect Love- my second novel length fic. Really, now I am so addicted to it because it is the reaction I get that drives me. I am able to connect with thousands of people out there, who are actually fans of my writing. Who want to talk to me about it, who are passionate about it, who have discourse about it. That to me is spectacular. I love interacting with the fans. I love writing things that get real reactions from people, real emotion too. Fan fiction is the one place in the world that I fit- I really feel that way. It is also the one thing that makes me happy. I'm not sure that without the reaction, I'm going to feel compelled to keep working on any original writing. That thought scares me because time slips away so quickly.
I wish, as I always do that I had more time to write. I am usually at work, and when I'm not at work I'm contending with an out of control three and a half year old, the house, laundry, food, cranky husband...what we call in the fan fiction world RL or Real Life and mine is absolutely out of control.
I have alot of guilt inside of me- that I spend too much time writing and not working on my business (which is an amazingly huge time sucker)but then when I think about it how often do I write? Ten minutes here, half an hour there. A few hours one or two nights a week. All in all I'd say I spend about three or four hours a week writing, compared with my ten to five business six days a week. A business owner never rests, which is what I've learned. I know the business needs all of my attention so even time to write (even write this blog) is extremely limited. While writing this I know I should be doing something else, more productive but in a way I just couldn't today. Sometimes as much as I need or have to do I just can't do anything or get anything done. The Time Suck is something I will talk about more...I feel like everything is a time suck.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Friday, December 18, 2009
The Unbreakable Vow
I wrote this drabble today. As you know, working on the big story can be a bit draining, and frustrating, and then the idea came to me for this short...
The Unbreakable Vow
“Good, now where do you suppose we should fit in the Unbreakable vow?”
Harry looked up from their wedding ceremony plans to Ginny who was standing over him, her hand on his shoulder.
“You are kidding right?”
“You actually think I wasn’t kidding?” She bit her lip, in a tease and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
He laughed. “I wasn’t sure there for a moment.”
“Harry! I can’t believe you fell for that! Do you really think I would make you take an unbreakable vow that if you were ever to leave me, you would die?”
“Er- do I have to answer that?”
“Alright, fine, You’re right. I wouldn't put it past myself, I know.” She smiled, almost admitting it to herself as Harry looked on shocked, “I’ve always thought it was quite a romantic thing to include in a wedding ceremony.”
“It’s a horrible thing!” He sputtered, “What if the man cheats on you, or the woman? Or something happens and you fall out of love! You die if you want to leave, or be with someone else?”
“Horrible to some, sweet justice to others.”
“Why an unbreakable vow? Why not just kill him yourself, or curse him so every time he tries to screw his todger goes funny.”
“Well, that’s a good idea too, but it’s always over your head with the vow, you know?” Ginny gazed out the window.
“Wow." Harry pushed back from the desk and shook his head. "Ron says all women are crazy and I’ve always fought to not include you in that, but now I may have to reconsider.”
Ginny laughed. “He says that because he’s practically married to Hermione.”
“Well you don’t have to sign my life away, G. Weasley soon-to-be Potter. If you haven’t noticed already I’m incredibly loyal. It’s you that’s the vixen.”
“Me? Just because I have my own fan club, most of the members being men who think I’m the sexiest...”
“Stop it,” Harry groaned, “you’re making my stomach hurt. Maybe I need the unbreakable vow for you.”
Ginny crossed the room and soon she was draped in Harry's lap, her eyes fixed on his.
“Never, love. I would never leave you. Ever ever. I would rather die."
“Me too." He kissed her softly. "You are a witch, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.” She grinned seductively. “So I’ve been told.”
The Unbreakable Vow
“Good, now where do you suppose we should fit in the Unbreakable vow?”
Harry looked up from their wedding ceremony plans to Ginny who was standing over him, her hand on his shoulder.
“You are kidding right?”
“You actually think I wasn’t kidding?” She bit her lip, in a tease and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
He laughed. “I wasn’t sure there for a moment.”
“Harry! I can’t believe you fell for that! Do you really think I would make you take an unbreakable vow that if you were ever to leave me, you would die?”
“Er- do I have to answer that?”
“Alright, fine, You’re right. I wouldn't put it past myself, I know.” She smiled, almost admitting it to herself as Harry looked on shocked, “I’ve always thought it was quite a romantic thing to include in a wedding ceremony.”
“It’s a horrible thing!” He sputtered, “What if the man cheats on you, or the woman? Or something happens and you fall out of love! You die if you want to leave, or be with someone else?”
“Horrible to some, sweet justice to others.”
“Why an unbreakable vow? Why not just kill him yourself, or curse him so every time he tries to screw his todger goes funny.”
“Well, that’s a good idea too, but it’s always over your head with the vow, you know?” Ginny gazed out the window.
“Wow." Harry pushed back from the desk and shook his head. "Ron says all women are crazy and I’ve always fought to not include you in that, but now I may have to reconsider.”
Ginny laughed. “He says that because he’s practically married to Hermione.”
“Well you don’t have to sign my life away, G. Weasley soon-to-be Potter. If you haven’t noticed already I’m incredibly loyal. It’s you that’s the vixen.”
“Me? Just because I have my own fan club, most of the members being men who think I’m the sexiest...”
“Stop it,” Harry groaned, “you’re making my stomach hurt. Maybe I need the unbreakable vow for you.”
Ginny crossed the room and soon she was draped in Harry's lap, her eyes fixed on his.
“Never, love. I would never leave you. Ever ever. I would rather die."
“Me too." He kissed her softly. "You are a witch, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.” She grinned seductively. “So I’ve been told.”
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Wasn't feeling it
I have no idea why I wasn't feeling it last night but I wasn't. And it was really weird because I had the whole night open to write. I seriously had from the time the baby went to bed until about 1 am all to myself and actually got almost nothing accomplished.
I tried to do some editing on the end of chapter 8, which is the last chapter in the actual story. I am having issues on ending the story, and finding the right way to do so. I feel like the dialogue at the end is pretty cheesy but there is really no way to say what Harry has to say without sounding cheesy. Ginny appreciates it but I am also trying to work out her responses in a ginny-ish way.
I also did some short editing work on the epilogue, which has come a long way. I think the dialogue in part three of the epilogue is almost perfected. Ok, maybe I got some stuff done last night but the problem was the muse was pretty much gone from me and I had almost no inspiration. That really put a downer on the evening!
I think it's because a good friend of mine just had a bad ending to a relationship. Friday afternoon we went out for a few pints to talk about it, and ever since then I've been very dis-illusioned with romance and love. This woman really messed with his mind, basically proposed to him, then stalled out and decided he wasn't her "true love." I thought this was such crap, especially since the woman seemed so good for him, and seemed to have a straight head on. I was really sad for him that he got hurt, and I've been in a funk since then.
Ok, got to go. I'm at work with my kid and he's needing attention while I write this. Ah two year olds. Cheers until then.
I tried to do some editing on the end of chapter 8, which is the last chapter in the actual story. I am having issues on ending the story, and finding the right way to do so. I feel like the dialogue at the end is pretty cheesy but there is really no way to say what Harry has to say without sounding cheesy. Ginny appreciates it but I am also trying to work out her responses in a ginny-ish way.
I also did some short editing work on the epilogue, which has come a long way. I think the dialogue in part three of the epilogue is almost perfected. Ok, maybe I got some stuff done last night but the problem was the muse was pretty much gone from me and I had almost no inspiration. That really put a downer on the evening!
I think it's because a good friend of mine just had a bad ending to a relationship. Friday afternoon we went out for a few pints to talk about it, and ever since then I've been very dis-illusioned with romance and love. This woman really messed with his mind, basically proposed to him, then stalled out and decided he wasn't her "true love." I thought this was such crap, especially since the woman seemed so good for him, and seemed to have a straight head on. I was really sad for him that he got hurt, and I've been in a funk since then.
Ok, got to go. I'm at work with my kid and he's needing attention while I write this. Ah two year olds. Cheers until then.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Trying to find the time
Got a bit of writing done last night. Problem is my two year old doesn't go down until almost 8 pm. At that point, between washing dishes (if I get to it) laundry and showering myself, I don't get to the computer until about 8:45. At least DH decides to leave to go watch football so I can have a good chunk of writing time although this happens maybe once or twice every few weeks.
I go into these zones when I write. When I sit down at 8:45, it is 9:45 the next time I look at the clock. Ten fifteen the next time I glance. Time can go so slowly but when I start writing it just speeds itself up and I never feel like I have enough time. Last night I felt completely short on time. I was still writing when DH came home at 11:15, and then we went to bed.
This is how most of my stuff is written. In these short two hours spurts of time.
Last night, I did a bit of actual writing on chapter seven, which is a pivitol chapter for Harry in this story. The main story only has eight chapters. The epilogue is now in three parts which I feel is too long for an epilogue but am not sure how to shorten it or transition it. Last night I also did heavy editing on the H and G dialogue in chapter eight and chapter three. I find there are weaker parts in chapters four through six which will be filled in by later edits and beta work. This piece still has not gone through beta, and I'm sure it's riddled with grammatical mistakes (although I am getting so much better with "than" and "then.)
The writing I did on chapter seven, was copied from some handwritten stuff I did while watching my son watch cartoons, but of course I changed it to actual text and changed alot. No longer do I have as much cohesion in my thoughts with a pen and paper, although it is a good exercise.
So that was my end of November edit. I have probably been working on this story for six months now, and had hoped to have it up by December since the last scene is a Christmas scene. Alas. This month will not be a good writing month for me. Too busy. Maybe by Valentines.
I go into these zones when I write. When I sit down at 8:45, it is 9:45 the next time I look at the clock. Ten fifteen the next time I glance. Time can go so slowly but when I start writing it just speeds itself up and I never feel like I have enough time. Last night I felt completely short on time. I was still writing when DH came home at 11:15, and then we went to bed.
This is how most of my stuff is written. In these short two hours spurts of time.
Last night, I did a bit of actual writing on chapter seven, which is a pivitol chapter for Harry in this story. The main story only has eight chapters. The epilogue is now in three parts which I feel is too long for an epilogue but am not sure how to shorten it or transition it. Last night I also did heavy editing on the H and G dialogue in chapter eight and chapter three. I find there are weaker parts in chapters four through six which will be filled in by later edits and beta work. This piece still has not gone through beta, and I'm sure it's riddled with grammatical mistakes (although I am getting so much better with "than" and "then.)
The writing I did on chapter seven, was copied from some handwritten stuff I did while watching my son watch cartoons, but of course I changed it to actual text and changed alot. No longer do I have as much cohesion in my thoughts with a pen and paper, although it is a good exercise.
So that was my end of November edit. I have probably been working on this story for six months now, and had hoped to have it up by December since the last scene is a Christmas scene. Alas. This month will not be a good writing month for me. Too busy. Maybe by Valentines.
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