I got a new laptop. I named it Aliquis (yes, I name my technology), after a character in the End Game series 'cause its colors match that character. Then I got a wireless mouse. Normally I don't name those, but when I found the white & red one, I knew I had to get it, simply 'cause it reminded me of Blaze.
So, everything comes back to my books. Always.
Though I haven't done much writing as of late (eesh. April is gonna be a tricky month to roll into), I still can't fully detach my brain from my characters and their stories. Granted, I haven't devoted quite as much time to them as I have in the past, but in the end, they're still a huge part of me. As evidenced by names for technology and choices of wireless mice. (Speaking of mice, check out this shirt I want on Woot.)
I imagine that this is how most writers are. In spite of whatever efforts we may make - whether conscious or otherwise - to distance ourselves from a story, we inevitably wind up right back in the thick of it. Our stories and characters become as real to us as reality is to everyone else. I like to think that's why so many writers have trouble focusing. We're a little busy getting lost in a world that, for the moment, only we see.
It'll be fun when the rest of the world sees that world too.
I finished my query and am waiting on feedback from some friends. Then I'm editing it again and letting my family tear it apart. Then I'm editing it again and letting some coworkers look at it. Then I'm sending it off to agents. For all I know, I'll have an editor by summer. Wouldn't that be strangely awesome.
By the way, Camp Nano is only nine days away. NINE DAYS. WHAT.
Adventure well everyone! We have near fifty degree weather this weekend, so I anticipate some archery will be occurring at my house. I'm excited. I'm also gonna go old camera hunting at thrift stores tomorrow. I'll explain that in the next post.
Currently Writing: Zero Point One Outline
Currently Listening to: "Language" by Porter Robinson
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Saturday, March 23, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Ten Things
I'm gonna take a moment to tell you random little things about myself that not everyone knows. Those that do know these things find them odd and tend to laugh at me about them. I don't rightly care.
1. I eat M&M's by color and assemble each color group into a triangle, eating them one at a time, starting at the top. It bothers me when I can't eat them like that.
2. I love the smell of gasoline, bleach, freshly cut grass, and firewood.
3. I hate touchpads on laptops. I find them jumpy & skittery and though it's nothing life threatening, I detest using them.
4. Though I'm twenty-four and do like looking my age via my clothing, I love graphic t-shirts. Whether they display an image or a phrase, I love 'em. The feel, the look, everything about them. I could wear a knit sweater that's comfortable, but the moment I feel like I'm not doing anything "important" (aka, going out to do stuff), I change into a t-shirt.
5. It angers me when my cash isn't all facing the same direction. I will literally stop whatever I'm doing sometimes at work and organize the bills in my drawer. What way do I like them? Face up, with the top of the bill to the right. My mom always said I would make a great bank teller. I even fix bills in friend's wallets, simply 'cause it'll rub against my mind all day until I do something about it.
6. Whenever I find a penny on the ground, I don't pick it up. If it's face up, I leave it alone. If it's face down, I'll flip it over and then leave it behind. Some people are superstitious about stuff like that and think heads-up pennies are good luck. I'll take the bad luck for someone else if it means it'll make their day a little better.
7. I love seeing random acts of kindness. Those times when you act and you think no one is looking or listening and you do something simply out of the kindness of your heart. I love those moments. I think they should be reinforced and reiterated a thousand times. Because the small things matter, even if you don't think so.
8. Talking about myself has never been my strong suit. I'm far more comfortable sitting and listening to someone for hours - yes, hours - and never saying a single thing. I'm perfectly content with sitting back and listening to a great storyteller, even if they're only telling me about their day. Some people have this great gift for telling tales by adding sound effects, side commentary, and emphasizing things in just the right way that you're sucked into whatever they're saying. And when you think back on the conversation, you realize all they talked about was doing their laundry. I love those kinds of people. I think they're born storytellers, and I always want to record them, thinking that what I'm hearing isn't just some boring, run-of-the-mill tale, but a grand adventure.
9. My favorite number is 5, second only to the number 9. I don't know why I like those numbers, I just do. If I had to guess, it's because 5 is right in the middle of nearly everything (think of a number between 1 and 10 sort of stuff), and 9, though a high-roller, isn't nearly as obnoxious as 10, which thinks itself so important as to require a second digit. 9, I think, is a number perfectly content with itself and 5 is a-okay with being stuck in the middle.
10. I've always wanted to fly. And I don't mean Superman fly - that's the boring way to go about it. I mean with feathered wings. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this strong desire to take off and fly away. To feel the air glide through the soft feathers of my wings, to dart through a cloud, to skim a still lake and run my hand across the water. To escape the monotony of life and become something extraordinary. Whenever I see a beautiful sunset, I almost immediately think, "I need a camera and I need wings, pronto." To rise above - literally - and see the world in a whole new way. I think that's why I gave Jen wings. 'Cause if I couldn't have them, well, then I needed to write about someone who did.
For those interested, Camp Nano is coming back in April. Anyone gonna join me? I'm gonna use it as an excuse to really kick things into gear with Zero Point and hammer out at least three more stories from that.
Adventure well, brave warriors.
Currently Writing: Zero Point
Currently Listening to: THIS. On repeat. I seriously lol every time this comes on the radio now.
1. I eat M&M's by color and assemble each color group into a triangle, eating them one at a time, starting at the top. It bothers me when I can't eat them like that.
2. I love the smell of gasoline, bleach, freshly cut grass, and firewood.
3. I hate touchpads on laptops. I find them jumpy & skittery and though it's nothing life threatening, I detest using them.
4. Though I'm twenty-four and do like looking my age via my clothing, I love graphic t-shirts. Whether they display an image or a phrase, I love 'em. The feel, the look, everything about them. I could wear a knit sweater that's comfortable, but the moment I feel like I'm not doing anything "important" (aka, going out to do stuff), I change into a t-shirt.
5. It angers me when my cash isn't all facing the same direction. I will literally stop whatever I'm doing sometimes at work and organize the bills in my drawer. What way do I like them? Face up, with the top of the bill to the right. My mom always said I would make a great bank teller. I even fix bills in friend's wallets, simply 'cause it'll rub against my mind all day until I do something about it.
6. Whenever I find a penny on the ground, I don't pick it up. If it's face up, I leave it alone. If it's face down, I'll flip it over and then leave it behind. Some people are superstitious about stuff like that and think heads-up pennies are good luck. I'll take the bad luck for someone else if it means it'll make their day a little better.
7. I love seeing random acts of kindness. Those times when you act and you think no one is looking or listening and you do something simply out of the kindness of your heart. I love those moments. I think they should be reinforced and reiterated a thousand times. Because the small things matter, even if you don't think so.
8. Talking about myself has never been my strong suit. I'm far more comfortable sitting and listening to someone for hours - yes, hours - and never saying a single thing. I'm perfectly content with sitting back and listening to a great storyteller, even if they're only telling me about their day. Some people have this great gift for telling tales by adding sound effects, side commentary, and emphasizing things in just the right way that you're sucked into whatever they're saying. And when you think back on the conversation, you realize all they talked about was doing their laundry. I love those kinds of people. I think they're born storytellers, and I always want to record them, thinking that what I'm hearing isn't just some boring, run-of-the-mill tale, but a grand adventure.
9. My favorite number is 5, second only to the number 9. I don't know why I like those numbers, I just do. If I had to guess, it's because 5 is right in the middle of nearly everything (think of a number between 1 and 10 sort of stuff), and 9, though a high-roller, isn't nearly as obnoxious as 10, which thinks itself so important as to require a second digit. 9, I think, is a number perfectly content with itself and 5 is a-okay with being stuck in the middle.
10. I've always wanted to fly. And I don't mean Superman fly - that's the boring way to go about it. I mean with feathered wings. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this strong desire to take off and fly away. To feel the air glide through the soft feathers of my wings, to dart through a cloud, to skim a still lake and run my hand across the water. To escape the monotony of life and become something extraordinary. Whenever I see a beautiful sunset, I almost immediately think, "I need a camera and I need wings, pronto." To rise above - literally - and see the world in a whole new way. I think that's why I gave Jen wings. 'Cause if I couldn't have them, well, then I needed to write about someone who did.
For those interested, Camp Nano is coming back in April. Anyone gonna join me? I'm gonna use it as an excuse to really kick things into gear with Zero Point and hammer out at least three more stories from that.
Adventure well, brave warriors.
Currently Writing: Zero Point
Currently Listening to: THIS. On repeat. I seriously lol every time this comes on the radio now.
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