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Writing is an exhausting and terrifying thing, especially when your life is already exhausting besides. (I would suppose that if your life is also terrifying, it muddles things even further.)

Anyone have another metaphor besides calling oneself a broken record? I’m too tired to think of one, which takes me back to my point. I’m always just so tired these days, and I rarely get time to write, which is pretty much what I tell you every time I decide to post. Remember when I said that August is my month for quitting? Well, I didn’t quit in August, but here it is September, and I am only able to sit down once every other week to really work on my project. (Working title: Luke and Catie. Original, huh? I stink at titles.)  Afraid of my story growing cold, and missing the fulfillment I experience through writing, I stress over it and feel anxious. I try to remember that there’s no need to be hasty — which is a lesson Jesus was teaching me a few years ago — and tell myself to just write when I can and read when I can. To stay connected to literature.

So, I’ve been listening to books on CD during my commute to and from work. Recently finished Lord of the Flies, which is brilliant, and now listening to The Poisonwood Bible, which is also brilliant so far. What amazing writers who make me feel like such a loser. This is not inspirational. This is an exercise in literary flogging as I watch them weave a beautiful tapestry of words that reinforces my ineptitude. Luke and Catie are so one-dimensional, though I love them so, and I have scarcely begun to describe anything in their world with any semblance of artistic imagery. I want to start over already, but that’s too much.

Here I sit, with a few minutes to write, and I’m stuck. I love my characters, and I love their story, but I want to begin writing better now. Writing in a way that is true art. I believe I can — certainly not like the greats, but in my own way — but I’m already twenty-two thousand, six hundred forty-eight words into the project. Sudden shift? Weird. Start over? No way. Resign to mediocrity and waste my time? Unthinkable.

Now I have wasted my brief opportunity to write by writing about writing, which got me nowhere except into deeper exhaustion and terror.

No, terror is not too strong a word. It’s terror that a writer feels when she has invested her heart and soul and many hours into a story she loves that just might turn out to be a heap of feces.

I Did It!

Posted: April 10, 2011 in Attempts at Fiction, Writing

With your help, I chose #3, slightly amended:

Her hippie parents had named her Charm, apparently prophesying a lucky future, but calamity courted her from her mother’s womb.

I don’t have much faith in it, I’m sad to say, because I think the prompt set me up for failure. (Oh yeah, I just blamed the prompt!) However, I’m very pleased to have submitted to my very first writing contest ever. 😀

VOTE!

Posted: March 16, 2011 in Attempts at Fiction, Writing

Which opening sentence is your favorite? I’m entering a contest… I’m sure you can discern what the required words are. 🙂

  1. Even Calamity Jane can be charming when her luck runs out.
  2. One important calamity follows all fairy tale endings, but is rarely told: the princess will discover that Prince Charming was just trying to get lucky.
  3. Her hippie parents named her Charm, apparently prophesying a lucky future, but calamity courted her from the womb.
  4. Excited first by the charm dangling from her navel, then by the stitched declaration of luck hiding behind her zipper, he courted calamity without restraint.
  5. Courting calamity is the good luck charm’s first and most strategically important job.
  6. Unaware of the calamity unfolding, he ate his Lucky Charms.
  7. Prince Charming’s charm only got him so far; when calamity struck, it was luck that secured his prize.
  8. Calamity inevitably befalls all of God’s creatures, but some of His simpler ones take comfort in good luck charms.

I tried for an even ten, but I ran out of ideas. Some of these are already rubbish. No matter… which is your favorite?

~LG