Archive for September, 2012

Music and Stuff

I listen to a lot of music when I write. Sometimes I have a specific track in mind, to help put me in the right mind set for the scene I’m in the middle of, but a lot of the time I just put on an hour long “chill” song, and fill my head with notes and instruments instead of the usual voices and snippets of dialogue that won’t SHUT UP long enough to let me focus!

Some of my favorites:

 

I love music. It speaks to my soul, if you’ll allow me to get philosophical for a moment. Interesting, how some songs you hear, and immediately something comes to mind. There’s one song by Madonna that, every time I hear it, I think of a book I was reading at the time, driving back from summer camp. Another song makes me cry sometimes because I played it for lullabies when my son was in the NICU and I couldn’t sleep because I was so worried for him. Still another makes me smile because I remember driving with friends, screwing around like usual. I don’t even remember where we were going, and it was hot as Hades that summer, but it didn’t matter because we had a lot of fun.

So next time you write, try fitting music to your words. Like I’m the first person to ever have THAT idea, ha.

There is a perfect moment…

There is a perfect moment of stillness, before the shadows of the night are completely chased away, when the world is poised to take its first deep breath of the day. It is in that moment of stillness that your heart speaks the loudest. What does it say?

Writing Prompt: Drinks

Prompt: Write about your favorite beverage. Alcoholic or non? Hot or cold? Are you with friends, at a dive bar, pulled over on a road trip at a random cafe…the possibilities are endless.

Example: You can tell a lot about a person by the type of refreshment they offer. Their choice says everything- do they want you there, or not; are you attractive to them; do they want you to be quiet, or keep talking. Of course, whether or not they even offer in the first place says a lot too. Usually there’s already a pattern going. The woman sitting in front of me had been nothing but courteous from the minute she answered my rapping knuckles at her door, but her manner was stiff and impersonal. She sat me down in a swinging rocker on her front porch right from the get go, despite the day being hot enough to fry an egg in its shell. Then she murmured something to a servant girl, who curtsied and ducked inside. We sat in silence, her staring out into the distance, back ramrod straight, slowly fanning herself; and me, sitting uncomfortably in the heat and trying not to sweat too obviously, resisting the urge to wipe away the trickle of moisture streaming down my cheek. I wish I looked that good even in triple digit weather. The servant was back, setting a delicate tray of drinks in front of us. My reluctant hostess picked up the heavy looking ceramic pitcher and asked crisply “Tea?” I nodded, not wanting to appear rude, and was mildly shocked to see steam rising from the glazed china cup she handed me. She must be insane to serve a warm drink on a day like this! What it did do though, was make her intentions to me, and the questions I came with, perfectly clear. I drank it anyway. No old biddy is going to scare me off with a cup of hot tea. Lord, it was like drinking molten lava. I felt my insides start to melt to go along with my already withered outward appearance, but smiled pleasantly and set my cup aside in the delicate saucer intended for it.

That’s something I wrote with the same prompt. It doesn’t have to make a lot of sense, but sometimes it’s easier to just jot down a paragraph or two. 

This is Ridiculous

Often I find myself cruising the inner corridors of the Internet, poking around through anything that catches my eye. there are a lot of resources for writers, about 50% good, while the other 50% make me either roll my eyes or snort soda through my nose from laughing. This is one of those sites. 

http://cheappeeks.com/romance/index.shtml

Time traveling farmers? Vampires in business suits? Werewolf voodoo practitioners? Yup, all present and accounted for! And that’s just the paranormal romance category (which I used as an example because that’s what I often write). Good Lord, when I first found the site, I spent an hour clicking prompt after prompt, and giggling the whole time. I will admit, once in a blue moon you get something spot on. A fallen angel that works in a hospital, seeing suffering all around her and aching to ease the hurt…that inspired a short story that I was actually pretty proud of. In the long run though, it’s entertaining as hell and that’s about it. 

Penthouse View

Penthouse View

Isn’t this gorgeous?

taken from http://patriciaquintessence.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautifull-penthouses.html

Writing Prompt: Describe Your Favorite Color

So I’ll just dive right in. When I was in school, my English teacher gave us an assignment that drove the entire class absolutely crazy. “Tell me about your favorite color,” she said, and we all grinned. Easy A. “but I want you to describe it as if I’m blind. I’ve never seen colors before.” I think you could have heard a pin drop. How on Earth do you do that? It’s pretty simple once you think about it, sight is only one of our senses.

Prompt: Pick a color. Fix it in your mind. Now write about it, how it tastes, how it might smell, how it feels. Let your adjectives flow!

Hello world!

I think my blog title says it all, but I’ll elaborate just a little. Interesting facts about me:

*I’m young. Not real young, but enough that most people are surprised.

*I’m mommy to two kids and three cats, love them all.

*I have been writing since I could hold a pen, and telling stories before that, about dragons and pirates and fairies that could turn you purple. My parents thought I was an odd child. I thought they didn’t understand the fantasy world I lived in.

*As it turns out, they were right about this “reality” thing. Yup, it exists.

*Writer’s block is painful for me. It feels like my head might explode.

*Some things on this site may be NSFW. If you don’t know what that means, Google it. I’ll try to keep it PG though.

*My favorite thing in the world is the smell of old books.

*If it were legal I would live in a library.

*I’m bad at making lists.

That’s me in a nutshell. I’m a socially unacceptable oddball that writes about the darker side of life with a smile on her face. I was talking about vampires and wearing thick rimmed glasses before it was cool. Without my laptop I’d crawl in a hole to die. This blog will feature cat pictures when I’m bored, but hey, can you ever really have too many cats?

Love,

Crazy Hipster Cat Lady Writer