My #NaNoWriMo in week two!

It has been and still is a rollercoaster ride.

The first few days I was totally behind due to family festivities. Then I caught up easily. And yesterday I lost it all. The motivation to write that is.  According to veterans of #NaNoWriMo it is due to the second week blues. The lovely Cheryl Fassett keeps me company as my writing buddy and it is good to get some private pep talk now and then. Thanks so much Cheryl :-)!

I like the pep talks the “officials” send us. As they come from different areas of expertise as well as different stages of being published they highlight different problems/solutions of #NaNoWriMo and give a good motivation to go on.

So what are my insights in #NaNoWriMo so far?

I have learned that it is good sometimes to have a bit of a break,  do something else and then catch up. After all in my present pace I would finish at the 5th of December and that is not too bad I suppose :-).

I have also learned that writing 2K per day is not so difficult if you do not have a day job or family to consider. As I have never worked with word counts I had no idea how much I can write in a certain amount of time. But it can be important to know that in the writing community.

And I have learned that I can use my mobile offline to write, so even when I work again next week, I will be able to get on with my story in my breaks. I had trouble before using the clout to save my drafts as the internet connection at work is appalling.

 

So what stops me now from getting on? My shadow self that tells me it’s not worth it, I can not do it and I am writing crap!

“Well Shadow Self I do love you! You do not need to attract attention with keeping me from writing. I have decided to go on any way so just get yourself a cookie and keep quiet!” 🙂

And I go and make myself a cup of coffee first……. 😉

 

 

I procrastinate ~ therefore I am!

McAfee Knob

McAfee Knob (Photo credit: jculverhouse)

I love writing!

My many blogs proof that I suppose.

It is another question if it is good writing.

But

I do not really care

because

I love it!

 

#NaNoWriMo is so far a good experience. Even though my characters have taken over my story and it rather goes into a who~dunn~it~love~ghost~story direction which probably will disgust any editor and publisher (sorry guys) and I am still about 300 words behind the daily average, it is good to just write and kick out the inner critic. It is really amazing how creative you can get if you just sit down and write.

Well, if that is!

So far I have had a nurses appointment, had breakfast and made and had lunch, helped the hubby to sort out McAfee who was attacked by hackers which gave our antivirus protection some trouble, took several Instagram pictures, cleaned the dishes, wrote a poem, send several tweets, am thinking about getting new boots, trainers and a jumper and am writing this blog entry. SIGH!

Why am I doing that?

So far it feels like someone else is writing my story. I just have to sit down and let my fingers rock and roll the keyboard. It’s not rocket science nor is it especially scary.

My theory?

I love to boycot myself! I love to whine and moan about being behind and not being able to do it. I love to punish myself for whatever I accuse myself of. Anything else? Well…….

But in the end I will feel unsatisfied if I do  not sit down and do it. Sit down and write 1667 words per day. That is what pushes me.

Maybe all those other things are just my “warming up”! Tweets make you write it short and to the point. Quite a good quality for novels. Seeking new boots and jumpers gives me an idea what my characters can wear. Instagram pictures can be used as wall decoration in my little old fashioned cottage. Of course my characters have to eat. Why not my sandwiches? And after all writing this blog entry lets it all out: All my thoughts, fears, ideas that keep me from writing.

Maybe in the end it is only a question of how to interprete what I am doing. If I see myself as procrastinating it just gets me down. If I use my procratinating for my novel it will all be good ~ somehow ;-)!

 

 

Just a short update on my #NaNoWriMo 2012

Snowflake

I can proudly announce that my wordcount has reached a staggering 4358 since yesteday. Am mighty proud even though I am still about 2300 words behind and will finish on Christmas Day with my actual writing speed.

My goodness me I love the NaNoWriMo statistics page even though I still hope it counts in US time and I have a bit more time than Greenwich Meantime allows :-).

But in earnest:

I am quite proud as I have been writing even though we had the children here and there was Minecraft in my back and Battlefield in front of me with occasional outbreaks of youthful frustration. There was also the good old inner critic who told me many a times how bad my writing is. I shut him up with the goal of #NaNoWriMo: Get 50 000 words written no matter what!

Plotting, story structure, characters……. I had it all planned out with good old Randy Ingermanson and his Snowflake Method and then I started writing and it all went into the pants. Literally. I have no idea who is writing my novel but it is nowhere near what I had plotted out. Not that mine was better and this is worse. I am just not sure if I am really ready to write a heartbreaking love story instead of the fight of an independent woman to free herself from her past ;-).

My only writing buddy wrote something about “50 000 words of poo” this morning and made me laugh. It does not matter really what comes out in the end, does it? As long as we write!

And writing I will.  At least for the next few hours……… 🙂

Oh dear……. #NaNoWriMo

Deutsch: Äolsharfenalmanach 1896

Deutsch: Äolsharfenalmanach 1896 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

Day 3 of NaNoWriMo and I have managed to write 811 words!

 

My excuse?

 

Laziness???

 

No. We got married and my step mum who is like my mum had stayed with us for a week. I have not seen her for about two or three years and we had loads to catch up.

 

But being behind already had a discouraging effect: Again I can not really get into it.

 

This morning I woke up early and got up, made myself a cup of tea and caught up on everything writing wise. Besides NaNo I take part in a German project called #frapalymo. In May I introduced it in my poetry blog Phoenix’s poetry & stories and then I translated her prompts into English. As I take part in NaNo I won’t do this in November and I will only write the German versions of the prompt. Just to have a balance to NaNo.

 

So I wrote my first poem just before I started this blog entry.

 

Will I give up on my NaNoWriMo? No of course not. My stats showed me that I have to write 1775 words per day to keep up and I think I can do that.

 

Hope all of your writing efforts go a lot better than mine. Take care and keep writing!

 

 

 

 

WritersCafe.org

Last week I sat with a co-worker and as she has come back to our shop after working somewhere else, I asked her if she wanted to stay or what she has planned. She told me she is writing a historic novel and poetry and we got talking about writing. She told me she is a member of WritersCafe.org but has not spent a lot of time there lately as she is studying at the OpenUniversity as well (I have no idea when that girl is sleeping: 39 H work per week, 39 H studies, writing a novel and extra work in a museum…… how lazy am I really??????!).

As I got curious what she is writing and about that site as well I signed up and got positively surprised. You can publish your own writing in several topics and you actually get feedback pretty fast. I signed up on Tuesday and already have two reviews.

WritersCafe.org offers a forum, courses, contests, your own blog, groups and help to publish your works. It seems to me to be a place where writing is taken serious but without being overly competitive. It is definitely worth a visit.

My profile is here: http://www.writerscafe.org/Phoenixrise

 

lean against…. and listen #amwriting #WritingPrompt #WANA

Yesterday I became member of the WANA (We Are Not Alone) group Writing to heal which has started a project of writing prompts. The newest is taken from Julia Cameron‘s Book “The Right to Write” and I thought it might be fun to share what I come up with.

I will not edit it just write as the exercise is supposed to be done this way.

I quote Kasey Mathews from the group: “With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

wanås

wanås (Photo credit: i_am_sonicsonia)

I have come to my safe place a forest clearing with soft light and a well of wisdom in the centre. I am sitting down close to it leaning on the huge tree beside the cheerful gurgling well. Mother Earth, Wild Woman, Moth, Crow, Spider and Wolf are welcoming me. I greet an honour them. I take a deep breath and relax. All the tensions seem to flow away while I am waiting for the story teller whom I have never met. My celestial team builds a circle around me, the the tree and the well open at the other end towards the forest. I am waiting.

An ancient woman dressed in grey tunics and a beautiful carved hazel branch as a walking stick appears and comes down slowly towards the tree. She greets us all and settles on the other side of the tree.

We wait in silence.

“Inner Story Teller I greet and honour you!” The woman smiles and clears her voice:

“As the wind flies and the doves dance with him change is coming soon. It encircles the universe and embraces us all. Do not hesitate or resist as Baldur did.

Baldur the favourite son of Xenax the ancient King has come to see the seer. She lived high on the holy mountain and he had a long way to walk and climb. After he reached the top he sat down exhausted looking to find a fresh water to drink but there was nothing. The seer watched him from afar. As he could not find anything to sooth his thirst he got angry. He stood up and stamped his feet.

The seer still just watched. He shouted:”Where are you Seer?! Give me to drink!” but she did not appear. He got angrier and angrier and stamped and stamped until there was a huge hole in front of the tree. Baldur saw the roots of the tree. He was exhausted. So he sat down with his hands on the roots waiting. A deep sadness came over him. He remembered all the friends he had known and lost. he remembered all the places he has loved which have gone. he remembered all the great deeds done by the heroes of his time. So he stood up again still thirsty climbed out of the hole leaving.

 

He made his way down the hill and towards the sea. In a small harbour he found Roald the boatman. “Please bring me to Ora the end of everything!” The old boatman looked at him for a long while. “Why do you want to take up these perils?” he asked Baldur. “To bring back those I loved and am missing!” Again the boatman looked at him for a long while. He then sighed. “It is not your task!” “I do not care! I love and miss them and I need to bring them back!” Baldur said and anger started to rage. Roald saw that raging flame in Baldur and decided not to give food to its devastating power. He nodded and invited Baldur into the boat.

He turned the boat and stood at the forward end holding up the oar in front of him. Slowly the boat started to move as he hummed the ancient boatmen’s melody.

I have not been told the perils Baldur and the boatman had to endure. They have been lost in time. But the ancients told me about the horrors Baldur brought back when he succeeded at last: He was reunited with his friends and family whom he had lost in time. At first they greeted him with love as they expected he had come to join them. But soon he started to plead with them to come back to the land of the living and make a merry life together. They were aghast as it was against all rules of life. They tried to run and hide but he found them again and again one by one. He would not let go. So at last they agreed to come with him as they would not find rest otherwise.

You can not imagine the glee Baldur experiences when he realised he had succeeded. He called the boatman who silently took them in and brought them back safely. But as soon as Baldur’s lost family members and friends touched the land of the living they were changed into ghastly creature no one could have or ever can imagine. They rushed over the country from North to South from East to West and haunted all . There was no escape.

Baldur ran and ran and ran to save those he loved and lived but he had not the power to overcome the dead he had called and brought back. After fighting many moons he came back to the boatman and sat down in front of him. he bowed His head and cried. “What have I done?!” He whispered.

The boatman had pity on him and said:” Now you are ready. Go back to see the seer!”

So Baldur walked and climbed back up on the holy mountain to see the seer. The hole he had stamped was still there but the roots have tried out and the tree was seared. Again he said down and cried: “What have I done?” he whispered.

He waited. He breathed. He waited. He breathed. He waited.

As the sun rose behind the tree the seer came to Baldur and spoke: ” There is wisdom in death. There is wisdom in change. Do not fight the laws of life and you will prosper!” she said as she laid her hands on his forehead. Suddenly he knew.

He stood up and loosened the soil in front of the tree. It grew higher and higher until the trees roots were covered again. The seer smiled. She nodded and showed him the way to the well where he found a golden cauldron. He filled it with water and came back to the tree. He gave thanks and carefully watered the loosened soil and the tree. And he sat down and waited. A full night and day went.

As the sun went down the little sprout of a new tree appeared just in front of the old. Baldur sat and breathed. With every breath he remembered one of those he had lost and brought back. And he apologised to every single one of them. And he let them go one by one. He let go and let go and let go. One by one the wraiths changed back to their old souls and gathered at Roald’s boat.

The ancient boatman smiled and knew everything was good.”

As the story ends the woman smiles again. She gets up with a gesture of blessing towards me and slowly walks back into the forest.

 

 

 

Do you need a sidekick for your creativity? (#amwriting)

Lately I have realised that a lot of my poems are inspired by music. Somehow music does stir some muse in myself and keeps me writing. I have also realised that I can relax a lot when taking photographs so when I really can not get into writing I just get my mobile or camera and play around.

That is why I started to wonder if you need a sidekick creative activity for your creative work. Julia Cameron gave the advice in her book “The Artists Way” to have a day off per week to play around as creativity seems to work best in a playful surrounding. It does not work if it is a task and a responsibility according to her theory. In my experience this is true. I love blogging and writing but when life gets tough and writing is more on a schedule than fun then I just lose it.

If I start playing around with something like the free writing or the photography I get that fun back and can go on writing.

Therefore I think you need a sidekick for your creativity but what about you? Do you have a sidekick creative activity or does it come naturally not matter how the mood?

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English: Spices in Mapusa Market, Goa, India.

English: Spices in Mapusa Market, Goa, India. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have found a brilliant writing exercise on “the poet’s billow“. It is called “Engaging the Senses” and that is what they wrote:

“Go to your kitchen pantry, garden, refrigerator, or spice rack. Pick an herb, spice, fruit, or vegetable. Take it to your writing space. Smell it, feel it, observe it, taste it. Does it come in multiple forms: powdered, sliced, dried, pickled? What sensations does it arouse? What memories does it bring?

Now, write for thirty minutes or more, don’t stop –Don’t think, just write. Reread what you’ve written. Find the connections, the heat, the moments where language lifts, where it sings, and sculpt this into a poem.

If you like, post your results as a comment; we would love to see what people come up with…”

If you want to go and see some examples of “spicy” poems by Aimee Nezhukumatathil and post one of your poems please follow this link:

http://thepoetsbillow.org/2012/06/17/a-writing-exercise-engaging-the-senses/

A writing life

Yesterday I had to go to the hospital before I had to go to work. It is in a place about 25 miles away from where I live so most of my day went for that and work. I was not happy about it because I would rather have spent some time writing.

Got myself in a real bad mood and figured the day would be horrible. But then I thought: “I do not want to live my life like that. Just use the time to do something for writing”.

I have my notebook with me all the time since a few weeks. Therefore I got my pen out and wrote down what I could hear, see, feel, smell and taste. Well, as I did not eat anything in the waiting room I did not taste anything but there was a lot of the rest.

It is amazing how much information we process wherever we are without realising it. It is also amazing how much inspiration you can get just from sitting in a waiting room but writing down what is around you.

I think I will do this more often as it makes me more aware what is around me and should be a good exercise to make my descriptions more alive. Using all senses instead of just describing what you see makes a novel, story ect a lot more realistic. And my waiting times a lot less boring ;-).

Am quite proud

I have had a look at the whole week and realised that I won’t have a lot of time for writing on Thursday or Saturday. So I used my day off yesterday to prepare my blogs for those days which will give me a bit of time either to write Zara anyway or just to relax a bit and spent time with the family.

I guess keeping the working/writing/family/getting rest balance is an important point to consider and I will see what comes from it from now on.

Zara and Alaana have arrived in Erecura’s Sanctuary, the heart of my world to learn a few things but it will also bring events on as Alaana can hardly get to grips with her powers. They become more clear in my mind and I think the more you write the more you get to know them.

Ah and of course Morsmart. I have set myself about 600 words to write on Tuesdays and Fridays. That seems to be a good schedule for a serial. It is really an interesting experience to do it this way. But I wrote both Tuesday’s and Friday’s and even started the next Tuesday’s as well. Was a lot with all the other stuff but I got excited.  Ah well I love to write :-).