I got accepted to the MFA Writing program that I applied for. I’m so excited! I was starting to get a bit worried because I hadn’t heard a word in almost two months. Then today I got mail and it was the dreaded thin letter. I guess you can’t really believe the rumors when it comes to things like that. I’ve thought it over tonight, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to do it. One of the things that I liked best about the program is they concentrate a couple of classes on marketing and how to get your writing out there.
I hope to get a bunch of writing done this weekend, we’ll see what happens.
In totally unrelated news, I found this book Remix on my kindle that I couldn’t remember buying. I thought that was pretty strange. I have been spending a lot of time on kindleboards lately, and bought a few indie author titles I found there. I’m guessing that’s where it came from. I decided to give it a click, and now I’m roped in. It’s really been a great experience so far, since I had no idea what the book was about to begin with. It really is a mystery for me. Now I’m almost afraid to go look it up and see what the blurb says because I’m having such a nice time discovering it for myself. I may have to start reading this way more often.
So, I had a huge fit of inspiration today. Finally. I think it’s the first time in about a month that I wrote more than a couple of hundred words spontaneously. I’m proud of myself, so here’s my official pat on the back. *pat pat pat* Good job, girl!
I am very close to finished with the the New/Old SF WIP story now. It’s going to come in a little over the WotF word limit, so I see some editing in my future. I’ve had a few ideas percolating for a day or so with my were-book too. Progress on all fronts! I would like to get back to my Elements rewrite at some point in the near future too. I dearly love the characters in that one and I’d like to see the story told the best way it can be.
As writers, I think it’s important not to give in to our mutual enemies: writer’s block, frustration, doubt, and adverbs. (Just kidding about the adverbs.) So here is me telling you not to give up. Whatever you do today, be it editing or writing or something else, you’re going to do it well and have fun. That, my friend, is a direct order!
PS: For a bit of a laugh, here’s a hilarious video of Shakespeare having a conversation with his editor that I was linked today. Even old Shaky needed an editor’s advice from time to time.
I’m so easily distracted lately, maybe that’s part of my problem. I sit down at my desk to write after work and I find myself surfing the internet an hour later, wondering how I wasted so much time looking up something that was supposed to be quick. I did manage to get some writing done on my SF WIP, but not as much as I’d like. I do have a title for it now, but as I’m thinking of submitting it for Writers of the Future at some point, I don’t want to print it here.
Working a little bit on the Dragonbone story as well, but after the first few pages it hasn’t really progressed much. Werewolf story is dead. Again. I’m sure it will come around at some point. Usually that’s what I come back to when everything else is stuck. I really do love the characters and the world, but it’s so hard to make story happen for it. I’ve thought about making it almost more of a collection of short stories before, and I’m almost coming to that conclusion again.
Case in point re: distraction, I started this blog post hours ago (I think four hours at last count), and I’m still sitting here trying to figure out what else to say. At least I managed to get a crit done in that time? Of course, to you, no time at all has passed. What a strange time bubble we have gotten ourselves into, you and I. Maybe it’s more like a time donut. I’m running around the outside and you are sitting in the middle watching me run around like an idiot. You should probably stop me sooner or later, you might get dizzy otherwise.
So, I’ve been stuck for a little while. Desperate to finish off some old stuff that has been hanging around in my “To Do” pile. Throughout this struggle I have staunchly refused to start writing anything new, because giving up and starting on something new is what I always do. Instead, I’ve been writing almost nothing.
Yesterday, I gave all that up when a bit of inspiration came from the most unlikely place. I was out on my walk and I noticed a bunch of snow that had been piled up during one storm or another. We’ve been having a pretty decent melt for the last week, so almost everything is gone. This pile was particularly huge, so it’s still pretty big, and it occurred to me that it looked an awful lot like a reptile skull. For those of you wondering how I know what a reptile skull looks like, I was a biology major when I first went to college. My favorite course was comparative vertebrate physiology during which we dissected a large assortment of animals, including several reptiles. Anyway, so, this pile of snow looks like a huge reptile skull, just sitting in a field of grass, which is strange. As I’m walking by it, the first line of what I have been working on since then occurred to me. I think it’s probably the best first line I’ve ever written and it just came out of nowhere. Inspiration is funny, innit?
I wanted to close this up with a quote about inspiration from a writer, but I couldn’t find any that I liked. Instead, I found one from Picasso:
Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working.
A few months ago, I posted on a forum saying that it made me angry that less than super-talented writers were having a lot of success in traditional publishing. Now, I said at the time that it wasn’t out of jealous, though of course I am jealous of someone who gets paid to do what I want to get paid to do, but that wasn’t my primary reason. The anger stems from the fact that there are a ton of very talented authors who have been hitting their heads against walls trying to get an agent or publisher to notice them. A similar thread started today on another forum, and someone posted a similar sounding thing to what I said a few months back. I realized that what I’d said sounded catty and now I regret that.
I haven’t changed my opinion. There is a lot of very bad writing that sells millions of copies. Who am I to argue with success?
That brings me to the reason for this post. Really, what good is all the work to polish and work on craft? It seems like if you have a story that someone wants to read, writing well really doesn’t matter. I don’t have an answer, and I’m not sure if I find it comforting or troubling.