Time flew by so fast that before I knew it the time for national novel writing month is here. I’m trying it again and hopefully I can do it this time. It is basically used to write a novel which is 50,000 words in a month. I’ve done it in the past an failed miserably putting it off so now is my time to follow through. I’m using Fang and Fur of Love for it since I need to write that story since it hits close to home. I’ve also outlined and planned the shit out of it which helps. I think that is one of the mistakes I made. Also the 25th was my birthday so now I’m 24…I need some luck with this one because it wont be easy to follow through with it. And in all fairness I have a bad case of writers block thanks to school and work I’ve been so busy I don’t even write as much as I should have. Here is the post about it:
Being a Writer is not easy…
….Because there are days when the words don’t want to come out. Days where I’d rather be doing anything else other than writing. Days where I’d rather be researching the whole day versus facing a story that is hard to explain. Or dealing with the emotions of the characters and it interfering with mine and me realizing it is not my thoughts but my characters. Days when I’ve run out of caffeine but I have to work anyway. Days when I want to stop for a few days just to clear my head. There are days when the internet distracts me more then it needs to. Days when I just sit there and watch Youtube videos till I have to work. But I love being a writer and creating stories. I do wonder where it all comes out of. I wonder why I dream and think the things I do. I eavesdrop on conversations. I feel people out by observing what they do, how they act, talk, and dress. I wouldn’t change a thing because being a writer is power.
Until next time,
I saw an interesting hashtag on twitter and facebook #whyiwrite. It got me thinking about why I do. It threw me off for a second too because I had to think about it for sometime.
This is going to be more in-depth about it. I love writing though and I have been doing it ever since I was little. Journals, Diaries and notebooks are filled with entries about my day and goals. I have tons of pens for writing my innermost thoughts down, and a binder full of dreams I write down when I can. It is a part of my life, and I would never change it. I thought it was insulting when someone on a message boards told me I should choose another evocation, or when someone told me I should stop writing…There is no way I will ever stop, and when it comes to what I really want to do there will be no stopping me.
My first novel ever was me writing myself in The Mummy Returns. I have to write though because I could not stop even if I tried it. I have a story to tell, and maybe several of them in store. No one will do it the way I do.
Sometimes writing is the only way to keep sane. Writing can give people a voice when they are shut down by others like I was by a bully who told me to not waste my breath it is not worth it. Looking back she really was not worth it in the end either, and I should not have let her affect me at all. Words have the power to change or destroy, and instead of using it to apologize to someone willing throw words around like daggers I should have ignored her, and saved my words to use in something creative rather than destructive. I write to have a voice, and that is why I write. Writing can change the world. Sometimes writing is not a choice, and maybe that is what people don’t understand. Sometimes it is something you have to do no matter who tries to tell you otherwise, and nothing they can say will change anything at all. To writers writing is their destiny, and they are meant to change the world with their writing.
Writers have a calling to write words that speak to them. Being a writer means being a story teller, and a higher calling considering you can change the world with it. The hours you spend writing fly by easily sometimes, and when a character is talking to you nothing else matters. Time flies by as you write the next scene and the next until you hit the end.
What about you, and the reason why you write if you are a writer?
Until next time,