post-it notes

As busy as I find my life, I'm often in inconvenient situations when inspiration strikes me. Places like class, work, or my internship where it would be considered rude to suddenly whip out a notebook and start scribbling furiously, obviously no longer paying attention to the task at hand. That doesn't tend to go down well, especially at work. This brings about the complication of having inspiration, wanting to record it in some way, but being unable to give it your full developmental attention at the time.

Enter the post-it note.

We use these things all the time at work and they have become indispensable in my writing life. Post-it notes are fantastic, for one, because they don't demand as much from you as a blank notebook page or computer screen does. Post-its don't ask that you be a genius or create a ground-breaking, thought-provoking new idea. All they want from you is to fit what you're writing in a small square. This is also advantageous because you can write as small and as much or as large and as little as pleases you and no one will judge, after all, it's just a post-it! [well okay, if you write small enough to fit an entire novel on a post-it people might judge you a little] Also, how convenient is it to carry around a small square of papers? When I'm in the middle of something or just brainstorming along post-its have become my version of other authors' note cards where I can just jot down thoughts for further perusal at a later time. This does meant that I end up with quite a plethora of post-its but their size makes them wonderful to use in organizing plot points and ideas in a physical sense.

I should write the sales pitches for post-its.

While utilizing many of these sticky place-holders for brainstorming today I made another realization aside from the genius of post-its. As I've rambled on about before, I've been spending most of my writing time on developing my characters as I lack the time blocks to really address the writing of the story itself. I've made a lot of progress and discoveries thus far and I'm really enjoying the process of discovery but today I finally faced up to a huge character whole I've been ignoring. My MC starts the story out with a huge load of emotional and traumatic as well as literal baggage. His mother is recently deceased and everything he goes through in the story will, of course, be colored by the fact that he is now an orphan. The problem was that I hadn't yet addressed how his mother's death would make him, specifically, feel. I had been skirting the issue because I have minimal experience to draw on in order to make this feel real. I guess this is where writers really test themselves, exploring things they've never experienced/know nothing about. I realized today that Sam is somewhat flat to me still because I don't know exactly how he'd respond to the only person he's ever counted on in his life being ripped away from him and leaving him alone. I hadn't even considered what the funeral would have been like for him. Such a massive oversight, if uncorrected, would undermine the entire project!

My personal assignment, then, is to put out my feelers and experiment and explore this tragedy, to jump into it with Sam and see what I find. My brain's been on the fritz so I didn't dare push too far today but I did toy with Sam's perception of the funeral and though what I ended up with is post-it note rough, brief, and raw, I'm already feeling a bit more up to this sad task.

location, location, location

Greeting fellow writers! My posting schedule is definitely going to need some adjustment, Tuesdays just don't have the room anymore. I am currently accepting applications from other week days, Wednesday is kindly hosting us this week.

So what's been going on with you? Any great ideas for new stories? For the story you're writing? For new Olympic sports? We don't discriminate between great ideas here.

This week I've delved more into the details of my story's location, as you may have guessed. For this WIP I selected a town that I know of through my husband as the setting of the story and this has proved both a blessing and a curse. I've always considered it so much more effort to create a place from scratch, make it both real, and yet so unique as to be it's own location separate from others readers might think of. What I'm discovering, though, is that if you do use a real place in your story telling, you need to do your research because if someone from said tiny town happens to read your book, you don't want them to get hung up on inexcusable inaccuracies [we have google, guys, come on]. Research is not my forte, never has been, and so even in this context a part of me bristles at the necessity for it but it is necessary. I'm also getting a bit antsy because, optimally, I'd like to be able to visit this town, walk around, take pictures, get a feel for the place so I can better embody it in my writing [maybe a road trip, Tim?].

I've always been blown away by those authors that write their stories around almost generic towns that seem real but have no defining aspects that would help you pick them off a map. I think this is best accomplished when the location of the story isn't a huge part of the story and characters themselves. But the more your characters and plot are tied to a location, the more you have to put into developing the setting aspect of your WIP. I know, I know, more work, always more work. I don't have time for more work! Me either! I just keep reminding myself, baby steps. I decided yesterday where in town my main characters live, including street names, and that was a nice big baby step for me [why yes I'll take another hot-chocolate shot in celebration].

So how about you? What role does setting play in your story? Is it a main or supporting character? Is it a real place, generic hometown [insert country], or a place of your own wonderful imagination? What kinds of struggles or successes have you had with discovering and writing your setting?

it's all about the attitude

           Getting kicked when you’re down sucks, we all know it. But getting kicked when you’re trying to get up can be even worse. As I’ve mentioned, I struggle to be internally motivated in my writing. Thankfully, my WIP has been patient enough to lurk in the back of my mind for months despite my startling neglect of it. For some reason, the last few days have been unusually productive when it comes to at least my mental development of the story [especially considering the start of school and that fact that I don’t have thought room to spare on such “extra-curricular” stuff, I’m supposed to be graduating here!] and today I finally talked myself into pulling out the trusty ol’ notebook and carving out in crude language the scene that had been much more gracefully painted itself in my head.

            Sometimes, that’s all you can manage and I remind myself that all the questions and holes that I discovered in the writing of that scene are positive things because now I know more ways that I can make my characters better. Positive things, right? There are always more of them in our little writing blunders and mishaps than we think.

            So, considering my own relatively low standard for daily writing and the fact that I managed to acknowledge holes as questions I can build on, I was feeling pretty proud of myself. I had started to pick myself off the sticky floor of lazy-bum-writer-dom. And then the kicking came. One of the hardest things to swallow when you feel like you aren’t succeeding? The success of other people, especially if it seems like they didn’t even have to try. A coworker shared the awesome [because it really is awesome] news that her husband is getting published. A book that he wrote over the summer and that she helped him edit has been picked up by the first [and I think only] publisher that he submitted it to. Awesome right? That’s the kind of sudden success that I think all aspiring writers dream of and I really am happy for him.

            But I’m going to come out and say it, a little part of me [okay, maybe a currently significant part of me] is not only jealous, but resentful of his success. I think we’ve all experienced something like this in our lives, whether it is related to writing or some other achievement or recognition that we really want. It happens, but it doesn’t help me at all to feel that way. So what do you do when it happens to you?

            I’m a psychology major so, in keeping with the critical self-analysis that we’ve been focusing on in my classes this semester, I immediately realized that I’m never really upset with the people I hear about who have these great experiences. Instead, what I’m doing is projecting my dissatisfaction with myself and my own failure to pursue and realize my talents and goals with the determination I know I should. It can be easy, when you’re picking yourself up and you get “kicked” by the fortune of others, to just lay back down again and tell yourself that you’ll never be that talented, driven, lucky, etc. But when we do that we are wasting a perfect opportunity for hope. I get so caught up sometimes in comparing my success with that of others as if it’s a competition and there are only so many winning slots. Instead of despair, though, these pieces of news should remind me that success as a writer can happen to me. If it can happen to some random kid who doesn’t even want to pursue writing as a career, then why not me? I know I have lots of things to work on, but that’s going to be true of every area of my life for my whole life, it’s not a bad thing. The only thing standing between me and writing a good book and then getting that book published is myself. GO TEAM!

            Now that we’ve gotten the pep-talk out of the way…

            There’s a step in between realizing that you can do it and actually doing it. Actually, it’s more like a pit of fast-acting quick-sand than a step. In order to make it through said pit alive, we need to actually make changes to the things that aren’t working [you know what those things are, and if you don’t, take some “me time” and think about it, you’ll thank yourself].

If any of you play Portal/Portal2 and don’t have a natural aptitude for video-games [me] then I have the perfect example. Portal is a visual-spatial puzzle game that makes you think outside of the box. The way Portal asks you to problem solve isn’t usually in line with your normal thought patterns and so the game can be frustrating and stop you in your tracks with levels where you can see where you need to be but have no clue how to solve the puzzle of getting there. As my husband is constantly reminding me, an important key in playing Portal is not being afraid to die. This seems counterintuitive but, as you aren’t given a limited number of lives or tries on a level, the purpose of the game is to make you explore visually and mentally. The point is to get you to think in new ways and sometimes you have to try a lot of weird ideas to break out of your old ways of thinking before you find the answer. This relates to writing in a significant way for me because, just as I am inexplicably cautious of dying in Portal, I am also afraid of writing badly. I’ll get inspiration for a new scene in my WIP but when I write it out it doesn’t look as shiny as it did in my mind and I stall out, unable to push past it. Sometimes the expectation of such a let-down keeps me from trying to write at all. But, just as in Portal, this paralysis is pointless. The best thing about writing is that nothing to write is permanent, you can, and probably will change the majority of your first draft and that’s okay. So much of the time, solutions and good books only come from our willingness to dive in, die [not literally] or write crappy scenes that you hope no one ever reads before you get a chance to edit them. The quest for instantaneous perfection is crippling and it’s something that I need to overcome if I’m ever going to give Sam a story, let alone an ending.

What do you need to conquer in your writing? Have suggestions, pep-talks, or success stories to share? Email me at emily.buhler.loveless@gmail.com and we’ll celebrate together!

coming up for air

I really do apologize for missing Tuesday [and almost Wednesday] this an entire week. Classes started last Monday and I've been having my traditional freak-out where I feel like I'm drowning in classes and new claims on my time. Last Tuesday I left my apartment at 7:48am and didn't get home until about 10:20pm. Suffice to say, it was a long day between classes, work, a meeting for my new internship, and major drama with the bank [some of which, thankfully, got resolved]. The difference between two weeks ago and today is like night and day, I feel like the floor's been pulled out from under me. So I hope you can forgive some inconsistencies. As it stands, I have class until 8pm on Tuesdays so I may need to change my weekly posting date to another day but I'll leave that for another week's to-do list to assess.

I don't really have anything specific to talk about this week but I wanted to do a book review that I meant to last time I posted but that post go so long that I actually forgot. That's how bad my memory is. I should link this post to my mom so she can have an example...

I recently read The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender which is about a young girl who, just before her 9th birthday, discovers that she can taste emotions in food, specifically those of the person who made it. This, of course, presents loads of different challenges and opportunities [mostly challenges] for Rose who lives in a rather dysfunctional family. I'd like to just mention a few of the things that caught my attention the most when reading this book.

For one, this novel is incredibly depressing. Don't get me wrong, you won't need to go see a therapist after reading it [probably?] but, while things do, in a way, improve for Rose at the end of the book, it is by little means the "happy ending" that you might expect/wish for. Disappointment is a heavy theme in the book, unfulfilled expectations, jarring glimpses from the childhood of a young girl into the ugly reality of adulthood. I'm doing a poor job of explaining this. Let's see. Rose discovers at a tender age a traumatizing truth about her mother that no one else knows and, through the course of the book, she becomes the only family member to know everything about her current family - all involuntarily. You watch Rose develop from middle-grade, to YA, to adult and all the steps of mental processing involved in taking in her "ability." She doesn't want it and she's never happy about it, the story, in a way, is about a handicap, the handicap of too much knowledge.

Another point that got my attention was Bender's use of, for lack of a better term, magic in the novel. It is immediately apparent that what Rose can do is abnormal, various doctor visits and experimentation proves this is an unusual thing. But you also discover that Rose is not the only one who is different. You see through the character of her brother, the reality that affects us all: that trails and challenges, even some things we consider blessings, come in many forms and that we each deal with them differently. Some people muddle through, struggling to understand why, others become completely incapacitated by them, unable to move forward and unwilling to take a leap that might make them great, and still others are consumed by their trials, finding the fight not worth fighting. The latter is one of the most depressing things about the book for me, if you read it, you'll know what part I mean and you may cry as well. Everything is from Rose's perspective and as she never has a close relationship with any of her family, especially her brother, you don't get to know them very well in the traditional sense, but your heart still breaks for them. The writing is just that good.

The feel of "magic" comes through learning that this predisposition to strangeness is a genetic trait, though not one you learn about in school. I was very satisfied with Bender's skill at intertwining the strange with the normal in such a way that it doesn't stand out like a dragon in an office meeting or something like that. You recognize that something is different but her world building is done so well that it folds right in. [For another example of a good use of magic in a non-fantasy story, I highly recommend Sugar Queen.] The whole story is so haunting and believable, despite the unbelievable, that when I saw a documentary-type show on two siblings whose family trauma remarkably resembled that of this book, I actually had to remind myself that they weren't the same people. Crazy  : )

Anyway, it's excessively late for a girl who hasn't gotten more than 6 hours of sleep a night in the last week and a half so I'm going to apologize for my badly constructed book review skills and say g'night! Hopefully I'll get my feet back under me soon and return to some semblance of normalcy. Sorry, did I say return? I meant begin to exhibit.