Friday, November 26, 2010

Five more days

Only five more days and I am no longer afraid that my novel will make it.  There would have to be some serious problem to stop me in my tracks.  I also love that this week has been nice and easy.  I run out of story (just as aI thought I would) then went back to fix the plot holes (just like I said I would).  Not only is the novel more readable now but I'm also terribly proud of myself.

I love this madness.

Current word count: 48,728
Current mood: :-D ecstatic!
Listening to: Natasha Bedingfield

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Right Here

This was fun to do.  Funny cut out flowers on a chalked background and the kind of inspirational quote that reminds me it doesn't have to hard work to journey 'out there somewhere.'

Sunday, November 21, 2010


I bought Taking Flight: Inspiration And Techniques To Give Your Creative Spirit Wings by Kelly Rae Roberts some time back and have been reading it like a novel – all words but no action.  After the funky week I had and the challenges of Art Every Day, I realised I not only needed some direction but also some inspiration.

This is the outcome of some mixed media and mixed source inspiration.  I did the background out of cloth on paper like I have seen on some altered books then added the painting in acrylic over it.  In keeping with the idea I stencilled in the word INSPIRED and voila.

I’m back on the learning curve.

NaNoWriMo Update Week 3

Week three wonders are really worth it.  My novel no longer has the gangly ungainly look of a teenager growing so fast his body parts don’t really fit.  It looks a little more like a young adult.  Still kinda skinny but with the right clothes, it can pass for everything a girl like me could ever want in a novel.  It will have to grow into young adulthood after a second look but that comes after NaNoWriMo is over.

But I love week three.  Everything is so much easier and even on days when I said I wouldn’t write, I still found myself adding a couple of thousand words to my overall word count.  It is a good week.  But there is one characteristic of it I had never noticed before.  I call it the: ‘You know my novel...Week.’

Things are going well in NaNoLand, characters have come into their own and you are astounded by the plot line that didn’t seem to mesh a few weeks ago suddenly makes more sense than even you could imagine.  You are able to sit down and do 1,000 words in a single spring without breaking a sweat and when some unexpected twist shows up in your brain you don’t try to manually strangle it, you write it in and say, “Okay.”

But you don’t want to go through this writing adventure on your own.  So at every opportunity, you will find yourself saying to everyone you meet – friend and foe, neighbour and stranger alike: “You know, in my novel...”  Then go on to expound on all the joys and terrors of being that intimately acquitted with everything maddeningly and yet marvellously inconsequential about your current writing adventure.

Telling people things are going well just doesn’t have the same ring to it as, “My characters are caught in a battle to find out who is going to be the ruler of Snickersland, the wonderful make-believe place that is made entirely of creamy chocolate with nuts and caramel.  They have to fight a duel with cocoa beans and the one who swallows the most without killing over wins.”  You’ll feel suitably impressed with yourself – everyone else might think you’ve lost your mind.

But when you’re riding high on the joys of week two, you’re too happy to care what other people think; too totally awesome to let the minutiae of the non-novelling world touch you.  You are too sexy to be ordinary – you’re a novelist.  And though everyone is going about their lives as ordinary boring people, there is nothing ordinary or boring about what is going on in your novella.  It is a wonderful place that embraces you with warmth each time you sit down to write yet another sentence, paragraph, page or chapter.  It is yours but suddenly the act of putting it down on paper has turned it into something so much more – so much bigger.

Something you just have to share in any way you can.

I’m looking forward now not only to seeing how my characters will sort themselves out in the final few chapters but also in finding the time to go fix those plot holes I talked about before.  The end is in sight for me and it is very exciting.  And if week one was about stepping forward with nothing more than enthusiasm, than there is the promise of victory and the wonderful joy of endless bragging rights to look forward to when I cross the 50,000 word mark.  But that’s a story for another time.

Current word count: 41,255
Mood: :-D

Music in my ear: Paula Cole

Friday, November 19, 2010


Stop.  Take a breather.  Be.  That is the advice I am giving to me.

I wonder what I am when I stop to just be.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Why Not?


Why am I doing this?
Why does it matter?
Why should I spend my time and effort and resources to make art?
Why do I care about how it turns out?
Why do my efforts suck?
Why do I ask why?

What am I trying to prove?

The only answer I can come up with is because I’m a sucker for punishment and an eternal optimist.  I never thought I would ever do anything special with my desire to create but I have found a small way to express myself.  I’m not where I want to be yet but I think it’s worth it.  Because something is telling me this is the way to go.

Not what I wanted it to be.
Not getting any better.
Not making the progress I wanted.

Not useless.
Not a waste of time.
Not impossible.
Just enough for me right now.

Giving myself permission to suck is a new unusual feeling.  It’s a lot like saying I don’t have to try but at the same time saying that it’s okay if I try and things don’t turn out right.  It’s about daring and sometimes falling flat on my face but other times it might be about trying and learning how to fly.

‘Why’ and ‘not’ are two words that on their own can be reason enough not to start.  About having no good reason to put myself out there...and no good reason to fight against my fears and make a dent in the world.  Together, they are about creative audacity; courage and listening to that inner voice that says to me, “You can do it!”
So I could listen to the dissenting voice that tells me I can’t or shouldn’t but I won’t.  I will create.  And if anyone should ever ask me why I’ll have to tell them ‘Why not!”