11 December 2016:
A couple weeks ago, I wrote a lot of my thoughts and feelings down. It felt as if I was pushing myself to really think and consider things: how I felt, what I felt, my situation, who I was, what I believed.
I didn’t post any of it; I never post those kinds of reflections. I have a writing document, or a journaling word document. It’s where I can work through thoughts and confusion and realizations. Or at least it feels like I am. I don’t have to worry if the paragraphs fit together, or if it makes sense, or if it has a unified topic, or if it is writerly or witty or just good writing. I don’t have to worry about if my feelings sound good. I can just focus on what I mean or what I feel.
Almost two weeks ago, I posted a verbatim one about my purpose and why I write. I hadn’t written anything since then.
Today’s the seventh Anniversary of The Princess and the Frog. It’s the only Disney movie that directly influenced my writing. That winter soon after it premiered, me and my immediate family went to Walt Disney World and stayed at resort near Animal Kingdom. It was an awesome place. (It was connected to the safari/savanna so there was a waterhole area outside where you could view animals; we saw a giraffe drinking on the last day.*) But it was really out of the way.
More importantly there was a lot of PatF stuff being promoted. So, the African décor, animals, PatF, and the Christmas lights and spirit mashed up in my mind to deter and take over the second book of my Aladdin-lyric story.
That’s a really bad working name, but it’s the best I can think of to explain it. Essentially, I wanted to take the cut lyrics from Disney’s Aladdin and see if I could create a compelling story out of it. Or more precisely, if I could take a lazy character and a spoiled character and see if I could make them compelling. By the end, it had begun to deviant from that idea and sink into a strange fog focused on the early stages of my Dreams. Then PatF came out. And I got two new characters that changed the plot.
I was on a trip most of this week, so sorry for my absence.
- Finished the fourth story in my NaNoWriMo 2015; it ended taking more time because there were way more scenes than I had anticipated/planned (I thought I had one scene left but it became four scenes)
- Started the completion of the (extensively outlined) fifth story in my NaNo 2015
- Started the completion of the sixth (and final) story in my NaNo 2015 (yay)
- Did some mapping and history clarification
- Wrote a vignette about characters sharing feelings
- Attempted to move my google docs to a new owner/email
- Did character and plot building for Garden of Flowers/Chthonic Flowers (I really need to 1. Explain what all my story categories mean, and 2. Come up with a better title name
- Wrote a short action snippet from Romance of Three Jewels
- Wrote a character birthday drabble (11 October)
As I said, I want to start sharing my writing or at least what I’m doing with my writing projects. Now that I’m more settled (on a New England autumn foliage tour), here’s what’s I’ve been working on since October started.
- wrote two scenes in my unfinished NaNoWriMo 2015, decided that that story (since it’s a collection of interrelated short stories) would be better written after the one before it (since writing a novel in the order its read in may work better for me), and have since made good progress
- said content (witches) of said progress inspired me to write a vignette (~1,600 words) about one character’s backstory and the comparison of witches from different parts of the world he inhabits
- sketched, inked, and partially colored a picture of a character from NaNo 2015
- did some initial brainstorm writing for some old ideas (Garden/Moon Lineage)
- sketched, inked, and fully colored a picture from a recent Drabble A Day (I was quite pleased with it)
Day 339: 4 Oct 2016
73 words, life + my morning
Sadness pools around the spindle of her soul. Raw gray wool, damp with tears and fraying, winds around and around and around. Tight and compressed before spilling onto the spinning wheel. But the thread is too heavy; it breaks the fragile wood, breaks the frail construct of her happiness and productivity. Crrrak. The wool spills across the floor, clogging the room, the center of her soul. She sighs. Time to clean up again.