Tales of a Highly Caffeinated JulNoWriMo Enthusiast – Day 15

I don’t know how I could survive without running. Running shoes, Gatorade, accidentally eating my hair if it’s not tied back away from my face – you may not think sweat is glamorous, but I thrive on the combination of adrenaline from a morning jog and the caffeine that comes in liquid form from a coffee maker in my kitchen. I mean, when you’re trying to squeeze as many things into one summer as I am, you really don’t have a choice.

I suppose I could potentially do without the coffee and run on endorphins, adrenaline and sleep like normal people. But I guess I just don’t want to give it up. So there.

The good news is, one class of four is officially complete (until I actually get my final grade, I guess it’s technically not, but close enough), so I can focus all my attention on anatomy and physiology for the next three days, then on microbiology and accounting for only two more weeks after that. Then I’ll be a free woman again.

Of course, once finals are over, JulNoWriMo will be, too. But whatever.

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Today marks the official halfway point, and unfortunately I’m a little behind where I wanted to be by this morning. I am at a pretty solid 21,000 words or so, though, so I’m sprinting slowly toward the finish line. I’ll do my best to catch up this weekend between my last class Thursday night and Sunday, when I won’t be doing much of anything other than eating cake and trying to limit myself to how many books I’ll let myself buy from Barnes & Noble.

One. Can I limit myself to just one? Heh. Probably not.

Once July 31 comes and goes, though, I might keep writing. That doesn’t usually happen, but I really like the way my story is starting to adapt from the few episodes of the TV series I started attempting to write a few years ago (I still pretty much suck at dialogue, but I really don’t mind all that much). I’m able to add a lot more than what I had to squeeze into fifty pages of script. I’m still trekking through the pilot episode. Technically, not even half a day has passed as far as time in my novel’s universe is concerned.

I kind of like that.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

Tales of a Highly Caffeinated JulNoWriMo Enthusiast – Day 12

General rule of thumb: don’t stuff a gun in your purse and then try to bury it in a forest. Just don’t. Leave it in the closet with the figurative skeletons and walk away.

I think one thing TV writers do the most efficiently and effectively is making sure their characters do something stupid at least once per episode. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, I’m just stating an opinion. My characters have done some pretty stupid things in my books, but it’s not like I tell them to do it. They come up with these ideas on their own. Sort of.

I’ve really been struggling to come up with creative content lately. I can write quantity – travel back two years almost to the day and there’s your proof. It’s not quality I struggle with, either – it’s maintaining a reader’s short attention span that I spend most of my time working on when I free write (because our attention spans are so short nowadays, when it says to microwave the soup for a minute and a half, it’s the end of the world in four seconds flat).

The best books I’ve ever read have pulled me in with the first line. That’s an art I haven’t quite mastered yet, but I would love to be able to say I have someday. My stories are okay, but I take a good fifty pages to finally get to something interesting. Which, I guess for a quantity contest, isn’t that big of a deal at this point.

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I’ve been struggling with my articles this semester as well, but no matter what type of writing you’re focusing on in any given period, you’re always going to have to play with your style a little bit and tweak it to fit the right mold. You can’t change your voice – that’s always going to be there. But tamper with your tone and you can write in any medium. I can go from writing an academic literature review to an article about yogurt to a story about pirates without much effort – it took a lot of practice, but once I had to learn how to do it, it kind of just became habit.

Okay, I’ve never written about pirates before. But now I’m kind of tempted to write about evil pirates who steal yogurt from a professor doing research on a deserted island.

Yeah, my brain went there. It can’t help itself. I’ve tried to reason with it in these situations, but it never listens to me. Stubborn, stubborn.

And I wonder why I’m single . . .

Love&hugs, Meg<3