Last night the Muse decided to drop a plot point in my lap. And the good thing is that it ties the 1st and 2nd act together with some tighter plot cords. It also solves a void in the narrative. And it adds the opportunity for more contextual jokes. Oh, I think it'll lead to some really great stuff.
I wasn't going to blog so much about writing this Summer, but the Muse demands. As she demands, so should you do (because if you don't she gets all submarine commander on your ass). Don't forget to feed your own Muses.
Showing posts with label The Muse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Muse. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Monday, October 15, 2012
Today the Universe…
has been giving and taking. More on the taking side. I can't really explain the incredible frustration of the day job gyrations. The alligator quotient was higher than Fearless Felix's leap. And no matter how many times I slew them, they just kept on coming like some crocodilian zombie apocalypse. (Yes, it's still on going.)
And then there were two other moments. The first was a clear understanding of the motives of a character in one of the WIPs (Return of Lars) that I had been struggling with. I did have a motivation for them, but it was kind of a dickish motivation. This one is much better. There's at least 3 twists and several reveals that can happen with it. And one is a major turn which, if I handle it right, would be one of those "Holy crap, I need to rethink this whole story" moments for the reader when it's revealed. So, yeah, thanks.
The other moment concerns the main WIP (Post-Rapture Industries). Since I haven't had the time to actually, you know, write the words down I've been overthinking the themes and what I really want to accomplish. It started out mostly as a way to poke fun at the pre-millenialists, but there's only so far that can take you. I've come to several conclusions about just what the theme really is. I mean, sure, it's a "true love" story. It's about finding home. Lately I've been thinking of the eschatological meaning of what is going on. There's a lot of bits that have been falling from the muse, and I've been wondering what all it means. Well, this song (Grokked from Terri Windling) sums up the message quite well and fits very close to my own internal beliefs. Sometimes the muse has someone else's voice.
The great thing about Scrivener is I can copy all these things into it, and not be worried about where they go or how they fit together. I can jumble them in and organize it later.
So, thanks again, Universe. Next time could we do it without all the alligators? You know, just for a change.
And then there were two other moments. The first was a clear understanding of the motives of a character in one of the WIPs (Return of Lars) that I had been struggling with. I did have a motivation for them, but it was kind of a dickish motivation. This one is much better. There's at least 3 twists and several reveals that can happen with it. And one is a major turn which, if I handle it right, would be one of those "Holy crap, I need to rethink this whole story" moments for the reader when it's revealed. So, yeah, thanks.
The other moment concerns the main WIP (Post-Rapture Industries). Since I haven't had the time to actually, you know, write the words down I've been overthinking the themes and what I really want to accomplish. It started out mostly as a way to poke fun at the pre-millenialists, but there's only so far that can take you. I've come to several conclusions about just what the theme really is. I mean, sure, it's a "true love" story. It's about finding home. Lately I've been thinking of the eschatological meaning of what is going on. There's a lot of bits that have been falling from the muse, and I've been wondering what all it means. Well, this song (Grokked from Terri Windling) sums up the message quite well and fits very close to my own internal beliefs. Sometimes the muse has someone else's voice.
The great thing about Scrivener is I can copy all these things into it, and not be worried about where they go or how they fit together. I can jumble them in and organize it later.
So, thanks again, Universe. Next time could we do it without all the alligators? You know, just for a change.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Courting the Muse
The muse showed up last night. It's been a long time since I've seen her. She spent most of the evening kicking the couch and chasing out the dust bunnies in my head. I really wish she would get to work and focus on the project at hand. Instead she kept waking me up after I tried to go to sleep.
Hey, look at this. It's shiny. Don't you want to keep it? I think you should keep it. Here, why don't you write it down. Write it down now. Why aren't you writing this down?
Sigh. Then I flip open one of the book lights on my end table, grab the pen and pad I keep there, and write it down. Usually there are more lines waiting to come tumbling out once I get those first ones down. It's like mental constipation, once the first one flows the rest of it all wants to come tumbling out right after.
She can be that way. I really wish she would come together while I was sitting in front of the computer screen. Instead she kept getting me up last night. Three times before she would let me go to sleep. And then there was a line in my head when I woke up at 4am.
Wrote it down, got up to go pee, then went back to sleep.
Very tired this morning. We must have had conversations while I was sleeping. Maybe it was more like dancing. I don't feel very rested.
This is the flip side to having a muse. Sure, many writers deny they exist. Some of them long to have them. To some of us they're our own personal 3 year-olds who constantly want another drink of water. Won't we let them just watch a little TV. Can we check and make sure there's no monsters under the bed. Close the closet door so the monsters in there can't get out.
I missed her. I'm glad she came back. Welcome home, pumpkin. Don't go away for so long anymore, okay?
Hey, look at this. It's shiny. Don't you want to keep it? I think you should keep it. Here, why don't you write it down. Write it down now. Why aren't you writing this down?
Sigh. Then I flip open one of the book lights on my end table, grab the pen and pad I keep there, and write it down. Usually there are more lines waiting to come tumbling out once I get those first ones down. It's like mental constipation, once the first one flows the rest of it all wants to come tumbling out right after.
She can be that way. I really wish she would come together while I was sitting in front of the computer screen. Instead she kept getting me up last night. Three times before she would let me go to sleep. And then there was a line in my head when I woke up at 4am.
Wrote it down, got up to go pee, then went back to sleep.
Very tired this morning. We must have had conversations while I was sleeping. Maybe it was more like dancing. I don't feel very rested.
This is the flip side to having a muse. Sure, many writers deny they exist. Some of them long to have them. To some of us they're our own personal 3 year-olds who constantly want another drink of water. Won't we let them just watch a little TV. Can we check and make sure there's no monsters under the bed. Close the closet door so the monsters in there can't get out.
I missed her. I'm glad she came back. Welcome home, pumpkin. Don't go away for so long anymore, okay?
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