Worlds

Hey. It's A.

I've always wanted to be able to speak another language. I think that'd be interesting and educational, and you'd have all these new words to use! Learning a new language is like discovering a new world. (I didn't know that I've been speaking another language this entire time; snobbish, was it?)

I've also always wanted to travel.

Iceland

Italy

France

China

Germany

Who doesn't want to travel?

The point is...there is so much to discover in the world. There is so much different from what you know. There is so much to learn. To hear. To see. To taste. To feel.

Don't forget this when writing your story. Just because it's fantasy doesn't mean there is no humidity. Just because it's historical fiction doesn't mean the buildings aren't rough. Just because it's sci-fi, or romance, or whatever the heck other genre doesn't mean your world isn't a concrete one.

It should feel real. Make it feel real. Pick a real place and describe it, go beyond the obvious, dig deep and really tell what's true.

Firework by Katy Perry is stuck in my head now, thanks for asking.

Failure

J doesn't write blog posts anymore. You should talk to him about that. Get on it. Gosh.

Today you get two things from me (A, in case you didn't figure), so don't miss him too horribly. First I'll start with some words of sort of encouragement:

You fail only if you stop writing. 

-Ray Bradbury 

This isn't to say that you fail at life if you stop writing (though gosh...wouldn't you kind of?) but rather: you fail as a writer if you stop writing. Just because your first draft is crap, your second draft is crap, your fifty-third draft is crap...that doesn't mean you've failed. Some people never finish stories; some people finish stories that no one ever reads; some people publish stories that no one ever reads.

This doesn't make you a failure because writing isn't about the pages or the word count or the poetic prose. Writing isn't about what other people can see and measure. Writing isn't even about always becoming a better writer.

It's about writing.

It's about thinking. It's about creating. It's about living, escaping, embracing, discovering, developing, learning. Writing is just about writing. Stop worrying about the rest.


The second thing you get from me (I did say there were two, didn't I? Pay attention) is a writing prompt. Even if you don't base a 150k word novel on a writing prompt, you can at least base one page on a writing prompt.

Here it is:

He tended that rosebush every single day that he was alive.

No one knows what to do with it now.

By the way, and not that you care, but I have Riptide stuck in my head (by Vance Joy). "...I gotta lump in my throat cuz your gonna sing the words wrong...." Don't know why. Get it out.

Oh. And note that it's a *black* rose. They do exists.

Nobody

J never writes posts when I tell him to. He's probably thinking something like, "It's yooooour tuuuurn."

What a jerk.

Whateves, though. Let's get down to business (to defeat the Huns, yes, I know). Today's topic:

For those of you who can't read cursive (*cough* J *cough*), this translates to:
WRITE LIKE NO ONE'S READING YOUR STINKING STUFF

Okay. Something I would love is if I could inspire people to just write. Stop worrying that it isn't perfect; stop worrying that you can't write what you want because your mom's going to read it; stop worrying about the whole editing ordeal. The moment I realized that it's okay to write bad first drafts was the moment my writing excelled. Which is why I really like today's quote.

Stop writing for a crowd. Stop trying to write a bestseller that is just like all those other bestsellers. Close the door, close Facebook, *gasp!* open your manuscript...and write like there's nothing holding you back. Because honestly, the only thing holding you back is you and the "backspace" key. I think you can get on top of this.

There are no limits to where you can take your manuscript, so go where you want to go (or where the characters take you - but that's another post).


Not that you care, but now I have that song from Mulan stuck in my head. (...DID they SEND me daughTERS...when I asked....for SONS?) Wonderful.