This could last forever…

I don’t know how to write narrative. We’ve been over this. When I first started writing…twenty-plus years ago…I wrote in first-person. (But NEVER first-person present-tense JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST people knock that shit off.) Most of the books I read were written in first person. It was what I knew. I don’t know exactly when I made the switch to third-person narrative. It was sometime after I finished my grand masterpiece, but that’s about all the memory I… Keep reading…This could last forever…

One by one they drive me crazy…

Wherein Sara babbles, at great length, about the writing projects currently burning holes in her brain. In other words, none of it will make any sense to anyone but me, and even I probably won’t understand any of it either. … … … There are times I sit and stare at the projects sitting in my writing folder and find myself wondering what the hell all these code names mean. So many of them have… Keep reading…One by one they drive me crazy…

Forget about yesterday by tomorrow…

I can write pages and pages of dialogue (and the occasional narrative) and find most of it to be crap. Or what I perceive as crap. Somebody else might think it’s okay. Then I go back and read, and reread…and reread…and then something stands out that I actually like and it sticks in my brain and I find myself wondering, “Why can’t it ALL be like that?” But I guess I’ll take what I can… Keep reading…Forget about yesterday by tomorrow…

Get used to looking up…

I’ve had a headache since Thursday night. I’d very much appreciate it if Bob would drill a hole in the side of my head to release some pressure, but he refuses to do it. Whatever, dude. What. Ever. It was probably a bit overly ambitious of me to start three new writing projects in the span of a week, but I’ve written a collective 24,000 words on those three projects so shut-up. Sure that means… Keep reading…Get used to looking up…

Still a burning ember…

I’ve been battling a massive mental block lately when it comes to blogging. Writing I’ve been doing. Not necessarily the writing I really want to be doing, but writing nonetheless. I spent weeks working daily on a single project. The main document is sitting at 96 pages and about 46,000 words. I haven’t written anything on that project now in about two weeks. I’ve been working on something else. All because of a ridiculous dream…. Keep reading…Still a burning ember…

The hardest part was yesterday…

I’m revisiting an old story project I started roughly eight years ago. I had a lot of hope for it at the time, but it was a struggle to accomplish much writing on it. I realized, after beating it into submission several times over, that one of the main characters was the problem. Other characters were properly constructed, but one…just wasn’t working. And he was an important character. If he didn’t work, there wasn’t much… Keep reading…The hardest part was yesterday…