Since finishing NaNo, I haven’t been writing much. \u00a0Firstly, I lost my diary in this abyss that is my house. \u00a0For three days I didn’t write anything.<\/p>\n
Second, I was writing on 800 Words, but realized that I now have way too many characters to write about (over 30). \u00a0They all want their stories told, so they’re all being skimmed. \u00a0I don’t like that. \u00a0I need to concentrate on one or two.<\/p>\n
I end up not playing them well online, either. \u00a0Firefighter, one of the more recent ones, is a character I want to explore more. \u00a0He has a past, has past lovers, is older than the teens, is a little skeeved by magic. \u00a0He considers himself a mutant but he’s more Science than a mutant, since the chemicals he found himself exposed to were what woke up his mutation.<\/p>\n
Other characters exist, from Knight and Grim to new ones like Breathe and Heavy Metal. \u00a0It’s just that…I can’t seem to sit down and write a long piece. \u00a0I want to write a novel. \u00a0It gives me a purpose. \u00a0But I’m not even coming up with short pieces, never mind long ones.<\/p>\n
The conscience wants to, but the mind is tired. \u00a0I can’t come up with things. \u00a0I need to either read more than writing books, watch more TV than the news. \u00a0But whenever I do watch TV (fiction), I consider it a waste of time because I’m not actually doing<\/em> anything. \u00a0Yet, in Bird by Bird<\/em> (or one of those books), the author says that when you do that, you are refilling the well. \u00a0Plowing through the George R. R. Martin books is a bad idea at the moment, because I’m stuck reading that one book, that one author – who’s really good, but not a master. \u00a0I want to read other books, but I notice I start them and I don’t finish them. \u00a0The only one I finished recently is Daywalker<\/em>, and it was horrible. \u00a0I tried to read Called<\/em> (note: both book covers look very much the same) but I couldn’t get past the fourth chapter. \u00a0I wanted to. \u00a0But it didn’t hold my interest.<\/p>\n Speaking of which, I have my friend, who is not my beta reader, plowing through the first 30 pages or so of Grimaulkin<\/em>. \u00a0It might be that many pages; I gave her a handful and told her to read it. \u00a0Unfortunately, I’ve lost my beta reader due to depression. \u00a0My friend read the first page as I was in the kitchen, and she said, “Gee. \u00a0Nothing like starting in the middle.” \u00a0That’s how books start these days. \u00a0She likes old fashioned books like some others of her generation, but the people who are buying books – maybe not physical books, but things to read on their Kindle – are younger than me and her. \u00a0They want to get right in the thick of things.<\/p>\n Because of that, I have to write short. \u00a0I have to write in front of a green screen, like Gone Girl<\/em>. \u00a0The big reason I stopped reading that story\u00a0is because I was getting really sick of the vitriol of the husband. \u00a0Chapter after chapter, he talked about how evil his wife was. \u00a0And chapter after chapter, the wife steps in and talks about how good she is. \u00a0Both of them are yuppies that are full of themselves, and once their jobs are gone, are lost little piranhas, eating each other alive. \u00a0In Gone Girl<\/em>, there is hardly any description.<\/p>\n Is this what people want in their fiction? \u00a0Why do I have to go by how the New Yorker<\/em> people write their fiction, especially if I don’t like it myself?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Since finishing NaNo, I haven’t been writing much. \u00a0Firstly, I lost my diary in this abyss that is my house. \u00a0For three days I didn’t write anything. Second, I was writing on 800 Words, but realized that I now have … Continue reading