New poll

"As you can see, we have a new poll. There are a couple of glitches, I created the new poll then realized - I hadn't recorded all the votes from the last one. I think Fantasy won the last round, it got four votes.
I remembered humour and romance this time. If I foegot something else (again), there is a nice shiny poll option for notifying me. Thank you."

Quote of the day

Two quotes for today

"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anaïs Nin

"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." ~E.L. Doctorow

So. . .

It looks like I forgot to place a genre in the poll. . . I apologize, and I would appreciate knowing it so I can place it in the round 2.

Soundtracks, part 1

5...4...3...2...1.. lights come on, and we're set.


The girl paces the floor, scowling. "So, I hit a new low, well, actually, I've been this way since the last plot idea failed.
"But I'm not here to talk about that, no, I'm here about soundtracks. Come on, I can't be the only person who "composes" music in their heads to go along with scenes. . . am I? I mean, that's the problem in life, unlike movies, there is no danger music. If there was, life would be quite a bit simpler." She pauses, looking around. "And that's really all I have to say on Soundtracks, part 1."

And the winner is. . .

Autumn wins. You lot don't really like Winter do you? No, thought not. Ah well, Autumn won fair and square.
I know there are still three days left on the poll, but everyone who watches this blog has voted and I don't know of anyone else who visits this blog.

As you can see. . . .

". . . I cut the poll short, alright? I know who has done it, and I know who did it twice (me). Everyone who has visited this site has voted, and no one is able to vote twice. So, we have a new one!" the girl points excitedly to the new poll. "Careful, you only have five days to vote."

*edit*
"Three votes down and Autumn is in the lead."

Autumn, part I

Autumn is coming. My favourite season for many reasons. It is a great time for writers in my opinion. Back to school sales are still going on in some stores, notebooks, pencils, erasers, and all sorts of little thingamajigs are really cheap, bags to put it all in, apples. . . It's just a really good season, alright?


Yes, my muse is still on strike, thank you ever so much for asking.

Consider this your poem of the day.

Why do we do this?

Damn.
Why do we do this to one another?
You used to smile
I used to laugh
Why do we do this to one another?
Have we grown up
So that we see things in a harsher light
Less cheerful
Breathing in the smog of the city
Polluting the children.
Damn
Why do we do this to one another?
Why are we killing each other?
Why?
Why?
Neighbors pull triggers
To guns that kill.
Wars.
Wars for religions
For conquest.
Why?
So much senseless violence.
Make it stop
We've got to make it stop.
I'm begging you
Make your stand.
Damn.
Why do we do this to one another?
Why?
Why?
We're killing each other.
Why?
So much violence.
Needless violence.
People dying
For nothing.
Nothing.
Damn.
Why do we do this to one other?
Why?
Damn.
Why do we do this?


Abby, you probably remember this one. Origionally written for Memorial Day, but I think it fits this as well.

Nothing to do with writing.

Hard to believe it was eight years ago, the planecrash. Still doesn't seem real and I don't think it ever will for me. . .

...

I meant to write a very long post right now, but when I sat down to type, my muse deserted me. It's insisting that I work on a scene that should have been done months ago, and refuses to help with the nice long blog post I had planned. So, you'll end up with a shorter one and I"ll post the longer one when I get my muse back.

Writers are always able to think up an excuse not to write, in fact we're kinda famous for it. We should be making breakfast, getting the paper, feeding the cat, doing homework, mowing the lawn, searching for mushrooms, cleaning the house. . . the list goes on and on. It's any wonder we're able to write at all. But we manage, thankfully.

And, that's about all I've got, thank you for letting me waste a few minutes of your day.

Something to think about for today.

"It's not a matter of right and wrong - It's a matter of what I can, and cannot get away with."


Something to think about. . .

Writing goals

3.....2.....1.......lights, and we're on!
"Writing goals, are very important - providing, you actually keep up with them. That's the hard part." The girl points to a notebook. "The really hard part. You think it's going be easy, and then - " she slams the notebook hard on the table. "And then, life happens. You no longer have enough time, you lose interest, whatever. Or, you're one of the lucky who can actually keep a writing goal, not get discouraged by setbacks and succeed. I envy you."

Quote

"A writer is working when he's staring out of the window."
Burton Rascoe


What do you think?

Plots

Plots, I spend night after sleepless night working on one, get to perfection, and start writing - only to have it fall apart. So I mope for a few days/months, throw things at my personal assistant (see About Me for details) , try to work on the story without a plot, and give up in disgust. After spending a fairly sleepless week or two working, I come up with a "better" plot, start working - three weeks/a couple months later, I have to scrap it, because it makes no sense, I've lost interest or it stinks. I mope, I become miserable, I start working again.

And the cycle continues for months. . .

Sounding familiar yet?

'ello.

The girl looks around the blog, pokes head into closet.
"Wow. Big place, we can put the desk in that corner, the chest over there, by the window. . . Oh, hello." She waves, smiling. "Don't mind me, I'm just setting up shop. What shop? Why, I 've moved in. If you want, dig through that chest, I know I put the chocolate pot somewhere. . .

"We're all mad here."

I think it was the Cheshire Cat what said that, or something along those lines. It fits.

Welcome, by the way. Now if you don't mind, I'm off to do some exploring. . . "