HAIM really gives me shades of Wilson Phillips. I think they are really talented and this song really speaks to a relationship that lasted way too long. I love the album version of this song but this acoustic version really showcases their musical talent. This is on rotation on my writing playlist. What’s on your playlist?
I did it! I have started my own serialized story on Wattpad. I originally wanted to post it around 6 p.m. last night but I ordered pizza from this great place called Masa in Echo Park. You know… Deep Dish takes a while to eat when it can feed 3 people and you’re eating it by yourself because everyone else is complaining about the amount of cheese and bread. It was the veggie option so it was healthy. (Don’t judge).
This is a very big thing for me personally because I can be a very lazy writer. I’m still jotting down ideas that have never been more than a few sentences and debating on whether or not to expand stories from 1996. Yesterday was momentous, I had finally done what I had never done before. I put my writing out there. Yay to making things happen.Using Wattpad is a way for me to be accountable for my writing. If I know people are reading then I will make sure I post every week or maybe every three days depending on the story flow. What I’ve posted is approximately 5 pages of writing and 1800 words. A short read that will be updated like a soap opera on a weekly basis. The story is about a young girl named Jenna. She’s months shy of her 18th birthday when tragedy strikes her family. The events set into motion a chain reaction that will change the course of her life. She may find herself reluctantly in the arms of a young man that is wanted by the world but only wants her. We’ll see how it plays out. I don’t like to pigeon hole myself and say I’m a romance writer or any other label, because I write all types of stories. I don’t think there is anything wrong with labels but I don’t always have stories that fit just one. Either way you can find it over at Wattpad! Look for updates on Friday evenings or Saturday mornings. Thanks for the support!
Check is out:
The Road Under Stars
I often find myself going through the writings I’ve accumulated over the years. Last week I opened every notebook, binder, and file that I had. There were so many half ideas, full idea, and wtf ideas that I had scribbled on little sheets of paper. I also had paper clippings and stories printed from the internet that sparked some sort of creative flame. When I get an idea I write it down as soon as I can, wherever I can. I’ve been out of practice for a while when it comes to writing religiously but I’ve been working on it. Let me not get off track…
I’ve shelved some previous stories that I thought of using as first novels or novellas and placed my focus on one in particular. I feel like when a writer is creating worlds and lives, the characters step forward and speak to you. They will tell you their story and give you their motivations. I’ve been reading a lot lately and one plot device I’ve seen non-stop is the use of murder of a loved one as motivation. Is there no other way to motivate characters? Why do Mothers, Wives, Fathers, Siblings, and lovers have to be murdered to spark a change? Can puberty or the intense sensation of gas building up flip the switch to the land of werewolfdom? lol I’m kidding.
I’ve started listening to my character from TYAOI(full title to come later) and what she has to say. I’ve decided against using the plot device mentioned above because it is not that kind of book. It is a story of love, longing, and how people can reveal their true selves in the worst way. I’m planning a release for December. That all depends on my writing pace and the notes my editor gives me. Stay tuned… I plan on posting super short, sort of short, or just plaint short fiction in the coming weeks. (AKA… this weekend)
I’m looking for more stories to read. Any suggestions?
I came across this video again. The visuals and dialogue are awesome. It is nice to see both of them succeeding in their art so many years later. What do you listen to?
I’m sitting on the train looking out the window and it is so dark outside that I’m unable to see anything on the street. There are small hints of light hanging in the air but the fog that has settled in this area makes everything look sinister. Everyone is so groggy and slow. The energy of the train is still. Not a whisper or a hint of a conversation. When I look out on the dark street I’m immediately transported back to the days when I read Fear Street novels. The covers were the coolest, always something crazy going on in he lives of those hormonal teens. I often wondered why people didn’t just move or condemn Fear street but what’s the fun in that. I’ve never been a horror writer but I’m sure I’ve written scary things at one point or another. Anyway I finished reading Fledgling and More Tales of the city. As much as I would love to review books I feel like it takes me forever to read them. Ordinarily I’d get it done in a week but life doesn’t permit that. What’s everyone working on? I’m still writing….slowly….but still.
Recently I’ve been working on my first YA novel(Hunger) and its been quite the daunting task. I’ve found 3 separate readers and a few bloggers to review the finished product. I’m really happy about that. While I’ve been working on that story, I’ve had this other story that plays out in my mind at the same time. I heard a quote from somewhere and immediately a story came to mind. When I have sat down to actually write this story, I’ve always had trouble hashing it out. I didn’t know what form I wanted it to be in, or if it would be first person, etc. Then the other week I am looking up info about the book “Youth in Revolt” and come across the term Epistolary. Now I’ve read books written in this form previously but I’ve never thought about actually writing an entire novel in this style. Now I think I can do this and combined it with a more traditional form of writing. I remember when I was a child I had a pen-pal. It was wonderful. She was in Spain, I was in the Midwest. I love letter writing and I wish I had someone to be pen pals with. The feel of the paper between my fingers and the look of the written word means so much to me.
I can’t wait to start this new story!