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It’s days like this when writing is difficult. Working a eight-hour day (nine, since I get an hour for lunch) and driving one hour to and one hour back (because of construction), so I don’t have a lot of time. I suppose I could have gotten up earlier in order to write, but my present and persistent yawns suggest that might not have been that great an idea.
I’ve been thinking about what I want to write after I’m past this week of blogs. I don’t want to write blogs just to write blogs; I’ve actually found myself a bit dissatisfied because my blog is not as structured as I’d like it to be and I am writing sometimes when I don’t have the knowledge about the subject or the interest.
I feel like I’m dead-ending here. I get pissed at myself because I put all that time and effort into getting an English degree, and I’m not doing anything with it. I want to write for a living, so I am just going to have to put forth the effort to break this cycle.
I’m scared of the novel I’m writing, because I am already finding myself criticizing myself for things I should have done. What I should do is realize that I need to get through the first draft and understand that it is a first draft, that’s is going to be...well, essentially a blueprint. There are people who can write their first draft and basically publish that. I’m not one of them. When I write I get so caught up in the story that I tend to overlook things like setting the scene. It’s like I have a novelist’s heart, but a screenwriter’s fingers (and no, I don’t want to be a screenwriter).
I’ve been thinking about some of the things I want to write, and although the stories I have in mind are different, you can definitely see the link through all of them. The novel I’m writing now could be a thriller or a supernatural novel, based on your point of view (if it’s a rather morbid one, you might think it’s a sweet Christmas tale), but essentially what it is about is family. I won’t go into more detail about it, because I don’t want to spoil anything, and if I do it right, you should learn things slowly throughout the novel which make you question what you thought before (or you could figure out by page ten everything that’s going to happen).
The second thing I plan on writing (although it’s been in the forefront of my mind up until recently) started to form after the miscarriage of my son. The problem I am having with that, beside any emotional issue, is that I have to find a way to make the novel my own, because there are elements of it that are similar to other stories, and if I can’t find a way to differentiate it, I’m going to have to scrap it.
And there’s the vampire novel I am thinking of writing. Of course, there are way too many vampire novels right now. The problemI can see with that one is that it is going to involve a lot of research, because the novel is actually as much a political novel as a vampire novel.
And the last thing I want to write (or the last thing that is somewhat fully formed in my mind, besides bubbles of short stories that drift in and out of my cerebellum) is a ghost story, one that I’ve been thinking of a long, long time. How long? Well, the original title of the novel was going to be Jeremy after the protagonist, but then the Pearl Jam song came out...after I had thought of the novel! So, yeah, it’s been something that has been in my mind since high school. It involves fathers and sons, and maybe I’ve gotten to the point where I can actually sit and write that from a good place.
I’ve been thinking about what I want to write after I’m past this week of blogs. I don’t want to write blogs just to write blogs; I’ve actually found myself a bit dissatisfied because my blog is not as structured as I’d like it to be and I am writing sometimes when I don’t have the knowledge about the subject or the interest.
I feel like I’m dead-ending here. I get pissed at myself because I put all that time and effort into getting an English degree, and I’m not doing anything with it. I want to write for a living, so I am just going to have to put forth the effort to break this cycle.
I’m scared of the novel I’m writing, because I am already finding myself criticizing myself for things I should have done. What I should do is realize that I need to get through the first draft and understand that it is a first draft, that’s is going to be...well, essentially a blueprint. There are people who can write their first draft and basically publish that. I’m not one of them. When I write I get so caught up in the story that I tend to overlook things like setting the scene. It’s like I have a novelist’s heart, but a screenwriter’s fingers (and no, I don’t want to be a screenwriter).
I’ve been thinking about some of the things I want to write, and although the stories I have in mind are different, you can definitely see the link through all of them. The novel I’m writing now could be a thriller or a supernatural novel, based on your point of view (if it’s a rather morbid one, you might think it’s a sweet Christmas tale), but essentially what it is about is family. I won’t go into more detail about it, because I don’t want to spoil anything, and if I do it right, you should learn things slowly throughout the novel which make you question what you thought before (or you could figure out by page ten everything that’s going to happen).
The second thing I plan on writing (although it’s been in the forefront of my mind up until recently) started to form after the miscarriage of my son. The problem I am having with that, beside any emotional issue, is that I have to find a way to make the novel my own, because there are elements of it that are similar to other stories, and if I can’t find a way to differentiate it, I’m going to have to scrap it.
And there’s the vampire novel I am thinking of writing. Of course, there are way too many vampire novels right now. The problemI can see with that one is that it is going to involve a lot of research, because the novel is actually as much a political novel as a vampire novel.
And the last thing I want to write (or the last thing that is somewhat fully formed in my mind, besides bubbles of short stories that drift in and out of my cerebellum) is a ghost story, one that I’ve been thinking of a long, long time. How long? Well, the original title of the novel was going to be Jeremy after the protagonist, but then the Pearl Jam song came out...after I had thought of the novel! So, yeah, it’s been something that has been in my mind since high school. It involves fathers and sons, and maybe I’ve gotten to the point where I can actually sit and write that from a good place.
