Saturday, February 21, 2015

Work In Progress: Tentatively titled "The Savior of Mousekind"

More snow today. Best part is, it's Saturday and we have nothing to do and nowhere to go. You know what that means? WRITING DAY!

I've already put in almost a thousand words on my work in progress. I bought Scrivener for Windows. It is inferior to the original Scrivener for Mac, but it is better than Word in that I can go back easily to chapters and find things; characters, plot holes, places.

I took a little break from creating new scenes and renamed some chapters. I didn't have to go in and make a table of contents and sync everything up like I do in Word. Scrivener does that for me. It outlines everything as I go and gives me little note cards to make notes on about the chapters if I want to. It gives me a place to store my research, character sketches, and anything novel-related that I have in electronic form. I even moved entire sections around with ease. I moved an entire a chapter, adding it to another to make the flow better.

I'm really happy with it. I even learned how to take a document in Word I had already been working on and import it into Scrivener with chapter breaks already done. All I have to do is put pound signs in my .doc. Beautiful.

I guess I should share a bit with you readers, huh?

:)

Here is a little bit where Councilmousewoman Melma Bristle coldly tells Flora, nearly a new grandmother, that she must take her youngest daughter and flee in order to protect her yet unborn grandbaby who is prophesied to be 'the savior'.

“The savior of the race must be protected.” She stared coldly into the eyes of the still-smiling mother. “No matter what the cost.”
Flora’s smile faded. “I..I think I understand.”
“As the time draws near, the birthmother should be taken to the Council. We will protect her.”
“I and Maisey will come, too. Camber needs her mother at a time like this, and I can’t leave my youngest.”
“No. You will take Maisey and hide, far away. The enemies could use you or her to get to your daughter. Think what you would do to save your child’s life. That is what your daughter would do to save her babe’s. If she has to choose between you or her offspring.. well.”
“You think they will torture us, to get to Camber and the Savior? You think we should flee?”
“The sooner the better.” Melma stood and calmly walked to the door on her hind paws, nose not quite so high. Flora got her coat and helped her into it. She curtsied her out of her home.
As the door closed, a scream was heard from the nursery.


Do you think the councilmousewoman has a bigger plan?
Why did Maisey scream?
Will Flora leave or stay? Will she believe the warning?

The parts I am working on now are far into the story. Many things have happened in the story and giving you a piece in the middle would confuse you.

This is only a first draft. I still have to finish it, then go back with a little more research and polish up the settings. I also want to add more layers. The idea of a bigger plan, or things that can be read between the lines to add depth, or even more subplots I can tie together, are all things I want to do with the second draft.

Before I get ahead of myself, I think I should return to the action in the middle of this novel.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Snow Day = Impromptu Writing Retreat?

Today school was cancelled.

I read a little, cleaned up my emails, wrote over 600 new words in my first draft, wrote a micro fic, chatted to my husband at work (poor guy), kept up on my facebook feed, watched shows on hulu, and researched new music in addition to my household chores.

Yet, here I sit, thinking about how I want to have a writing retreat where I basically do...this??

I need to plan a writer's retreat where the focus is more writing and less video watching and facebook stalking.

I learned that given free time that I can use to focus and write, I will inevitably choose to waste it on the internet.

So, as my previous post was about rekindling that fire to write, this one is about using the time I am given wisely.

When I plan for work, I schedule. I use a planner and I write each lesson in by its time.

When I plan for my free time, I write what I would LIKE to do at that time, but what I END up doing is usually not what I write down in my planner. I end up not 'feeling' it. It's better for me to make a list I can check off for the day and however it happens, it happens. Mostly. Okay, sometimes I save some check marks for the next day.

Now that I am contemplating a writing retreat, I need to create a plan that includes an outline of my writing; the story itself or my goals for the day.

I'm also going to start small. I can't just drop myself off in some secluded spot for days without a plan. I will find myself not writing.

I think I will try my library first. Drive over there, sit at a table with my laptop, no wifi on, and just type until the battery dies, or if I can plug in, until I get hungry or have to pee. That should be good enough; an outline and uninterrupted time.

The next time I might add a small stop at a scenic place to let my thoughts run wild. I'll take a notebook and pen. Then I can type up what I come up with.

What would you do?

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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Write on Fire

I wrote a little something, just to capture the feeling I had. I wanted to preserve the longing I felt stirring restlessly inside.

Write on Fire


I wanna write on fire.
Not with fire like a sparkler in the night.
Not like some imaginary, magical way of literally writing on a fleeting flame.
Writing with abandon, with freedom, with vigor; that's what I want.
No more tiredness, mental fogginess, laziness, sleeping muses.
When I wish upon a star, my heart's desire is to create something new from the depths of my soul. It's not to work hard and make money to pay bills and do it all over again. No. It's to be free to be me. Happily.
I don't like sparklers.
It would be cool to send messages by flame, but impractical and too fleeting.
I want to pen and pen and type and type with flurry, gusto, heart, and drive.
On Fire.

I wrote this because I was thinking about this 'job' thing I have where I get up early, work, come home, work some more, go to bed, and do it all over again. I was thinking about my schedule and how I schedule time to do fun things to break up the monotony. I was thinking about how when it is time for those fun things, sometimes I have NO energy left to do them. 
Skipping the fun things is not cool.
But I have to have a job.

People read my writing and thought I meant that writing WAS my job. I get that. It can be read that way. I have tried to do freelance work, but never found a job request I wanted to write. I do not want to write for someone else. That is the problem. I want to write what I feel like writing. If I could write for me, for fun, AND make money, I'd do it in a heartbeat. It would free up those hours of monotony I have in my J-O-B. 

If I were a writer, I'd get to do things my way.
But I'd never stick to a schedule the way I plan it out! I am okay with that, as long as things get done before deadlines. .. Whatever those deadlines may be.
I guess what I need to do is find what motivates me to write before anything else. I know what that is.
It's people.
When I have friends to spark ideas, to write with, and to collaborate, I do my best work. I need a challenge posted from a colleague.
If I want to write on fire, I have to go find friends. 
What motivates you?