Have you ever just wanted to write for the sake of writing?
Nothing planned. Nothing plotted.
After a long day of pounding out papers and scratching out math equations, just you and your thoughts winding out slowly onto the page, forming little splotches of black on white.
The itch comes every once and a while for me. A little itch to be wild and dreamy with some prose; to make some words purr with my wandering ponderings and watch them stretch out and then curl up before the fire.
Maybe EvEn BREAK the RUles and cApitAlIzE in STRANGE wAys
like I use to get away with.
Well, the itch has come today, and I’m afraid I will indulge myself in satisfying it with a scratch.
I might ending up sounding a little philosophical. I might end up sounding a little poetical. Maybe silly. Who knows, but are any of those bad things?
Already I’ve made some alliteration for the sake of alliteration. I’ve sprinkled in some personification and metaphors, and stirred in a tasty verb or two.
Art is easy to compare to soup.
You dump in a little of this and a little of that, like Amelia Bedelia baking up her lemon meringue pie, and then watch the colors swirl. Add a pinch of seasoning, and take a deep breath of the spicy smell.
You make mistakes. You learn to differentiate the walnuts from the pecans, the salt from the sugar, and the vinegar from the water. You learn there’s a reason they tell you to stir your concoction and that there’s a reason they say to set timers on ovens.
There is something unmatchable about learning from trial and error. It is personal and it is physical, unlike that advice found on scraps of paper books. These lessons learned have scars to prove it.
Well this past month was Camp NaNoWriMo and I learned a few things.
When you have a complicated time-traveling plot that twists and turns on itself, you might want to plot it out in greater detail before diving straight in.
Who knew my six pages on the workings of time-traveling would not be enough? Maybe I should have written more than half a page on the actual plot?
I reached 23,000 words about two and a half weeks into April, but the story was falling apart. There was also a lack of unique creativity that I was trying to go for. Plus I had yet to discover how it would end. Though that is typical when I start a project, at 23,000 words in I usually want to know before continuing. I brainstormed and brainstormed and brainstormed, but I could not work it out.
At that point, I was going to essentially burn it to ashes and then throw those out the window, but my oldest brother was visiting for the week and we began talking about it. Suddenly, explaining the plot, I began questioning my decision: Wait, what am I thinking? I love this story! I love these characters! Why give up on them??
Well, thankfully, said brother came to the rescue and gave me a good picture of what happens in my story, giving insight and blowing my mind!
Yes… a picture. Literally.
There, doesn’t that clear everything up?
One of my other brothers saw it sitting out the other day and asked, “Were you guys just destressing?”
No, I promise that graph makes sense to me.
Two words: Time travel.
So, at the moment, instead of throwing out the lovely, tangled manuscript, I will lock it up and wait for it to gather some dust, and until then I will work on fleshing out some timelines and charting the plot.
I also want to brainstorm different ways to tell the story. I was having trouble telling such a complicated plot through my third person narrative. (Maybe time to try the fun of rambling in my character’s personas?) Well, I have a couple ideas up my sleeves.
Beyond all that, I discovered that even the worst of times can be turned into great art!
“Frantically finishing finals” is an amazing alliteration, don’t you agree? 😉
Now they are officially done! *throws confetti*
…but I have some math to catch up on. Sooo… *gathers up confetti to save until that glorious day of true freedom*
But! Tuesday was the one year anniversary of The Flabbit Room’s Ildathore project. *throws confetti again*
I might say something more about my writing family, but it would end up being a mix between sappy sentences and a incoherent jumble of inside jokes.
So, instead let me delight over my Google drive folders which I discovered can be colored!
Isn’t that just amazing??
Well, fare thee well, friends! I wiLL REturN neXt wEEk for mor
~ tA-Ta-fOr-NoW! ~