Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The writing over the long weekend wasn't that good. Here is what happened:
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
|I've been quite upset about my writing lately. Quality and quantity are the usual suspects, hence I'm not going to talk about them yet. (But don't worry, they are on my To Write About List.) I'm talking about My Archenemy – Creative Momentum.|
Creative momentum is about when a writer who is totally submerged in the creative process and whatever he/she does becomes the source of the story.
During my 4-weeks annual leave from Christmas period to last Sunday, I managed to sit down almost everyday to sketch story ideas. I was on a roll and it felt fantastic! But then when I got back to work – Bang! Everything stopped!
I've had this problem since I began my writing venture. This is driving me nuts and no wonder I keep seeing all these little creatures streaming in and out of my room. (Or am I hallucinating?) To maintain the momentum is extremely important to me. Not only it is going to help developing stories, underneath it is about being able to write daily (or at least on a regular basis).
As a writer-in-practice, I'm still learning and developing my writing skills. Without writing on a regular basis, how am I going to finish a piece of writing and proceed to get published? But then in order to write regularly, I need to maintain the creative momentum of the story that I'm working on.
I'm hoping that with the coming long weekend (26/01 is Australia Day - public holiday), I'll be able to take a dip in the creative pool.
Now let me see - where the hell is the bloody pool?
|Little Sucker didn't come back. But I got another visitor two nights ago.|
"Die, Die, Die, Heeeyaaaaa!"
"What?" I looked around the room.
"What?" I looked around the room again. "Is that you Little Sucker?
"No Sucker. Me Screamer!"
"O.K." I reached for the teapot next to my laptop, "and you want me dead?"
"I took that as a yes but why?" Teapot in hand all ready to swing.
"You no write blog sai9hoi."
"Hang on! Don't you see that I'm about to write another post and don't think I don't know what sai9hoi mean."
"Hey, you there?"
Seemed like Screamer had left the room. But I've been hanging onto my teapot since then…
Note: sai9hoi – move away and drop dead (Ancient language from the Screamer Land)
Monday, January 19, 2009
So I told myself no matter what, I had to do it tonight.
After surfing the TV channels for the sixty millionth times, I forced myself to sit down in front of the laptop to begin. I wrote the first sentence. (Hmmmm, not bad.) But on second thought, I decided to delete it. (This was too difficult! Where the hell was the Kettle chips?) And then I undid the deletion and re-read the first line. (Alright, I can live with it but had to remove that double exclamation marks. It was too redundant!!)
And then the little creature came again. It always came when the ball started rolling. I had no idea what this one looked like except that it had big sharp teeth. How did I know? Because I could feel it biting, no, latching on my brain. And how did I manage to write this passage with the little bugger chewing my brain as if it was ricotta cheese? I got a hammer and banged my head a couple of time. It let go. But I had a feeling that it was still somewhere here in this room.
(Come out, come out, wherever you are .....)