I dunno. A lot of the time, I just don’t get the rest of the writing world. I realize this is my fault and not their’s, but still…
I stumbled (I should say Stumbled, as in StumbleUpon, which is Lori’s fault) across this web-site a little while ago and, since it was for writers, I usually pause a moment and give it a look.
I gave diagramming sentences about thirty seconds of my time, because I didn’t enjoy it in school and now, years later, I still don’t enjoy it. I like to think I’m a good writer, but I’m not a mechanically minded one. That is to say, I could use a gerund properly in my everyday writing…but I don’t think I could define it properly for you. (Actually, I can: in English, a gerund is identical to a present participle. I just think of them as the -ing words.)
So then, I wandered deeper into the web-site. I looked at right brain writing prompts, and I looked at the six-traits program. All of it comes off as useful — which is an improvement, normally Stumble gives me a hairbrained self-published author who is telling me How To Get Rich Quick And Be My Own Publisher!!! which is really the LAST thing I want to be.
But anyway, I don’t know if I’m being closed-minded (I try not to be, I really do) or if I’m just built wrong, but I read stuff like this and wind up going why? Is it really necessary? It fascinates me more than anything. When I spent time on AbsoluteWrite, it always fascinated me that some people could ONLY write at certain times of the day, or ONLY write with a certain computer, or ONLY write with certain music going, or, or…
And yet, and still…
As I get older, as my life gets busier and more full, I find that limitations start imposing themselves on me, probably out of exhaustion more than anything else. Yesterday, I just couldn’t write with rock music (so I put on the Kingdom of Heaven soundtrack, because it’s such a good one). For most of the past week, probably a little longer, I’ve mostly not been able to write. If I’ve gone on the computer, I just stare at it while my brain randomly bounces around like an epileptic hamster. Eventually, I turn it off and go to bed. I have two articles that I need to type up. I have short stories to send out.
So maybe I’m coming, the long way, to a medium-ground of writers where all sorts of prompts and games and tools, such as are found on that above site — and countless other sites just like it — are actually useful and necessary.
For the moment, it all still seems sort of alien to me and I’m cheerfully fascinated by it.
Happy News 1: Last night, I sat down and wrote five pages of notes, excited to the point of shaking. In the those five pages, I wrote down the scene I’m on right now in my Rome novel, and then mapped the story out, in detail, all the way through the very ending scene. I didn’t change my ending like I thought I needed to, I just clarified it. I happily know my REAL ending scene now, and I like it. I could write it today, if I wanted.
Happy News 2: Myne wife…has NOT had the baby yet. Why is this happy news? Beats me. I was keeping with the motif. I wish the kid would just come OUT already. Honestly, what else has he got to do?
Okay. Rather than write (this is the most I’ve written in a few days) I’m going to gather up my wife and….go play Nintendo Wii. My baseball pro status awaits!