I know it’s been a while, but I’m back! I got pretty busy with work and life. It sucks to put your dreams on hold but at that moment my friends needed me to believe in them a little bit more than I needed to focus on myself. But now I’m back and pumped up!
To clear the air, I did not stop writing. I’ve finished the final rewrite and I started listening to audio-books and panels where authors talked about publishing, writing in their genres, tackling tropes, and talking about processes. It was like I was in a cocoon gaining nutrients as I prepared to break free and show the world what I learned. I also taught myself enough to get started in the social media industry. I was able to get a job in the industry but, man are those people the scum of the Earth.
So I came back to Twitter and learned that none of the authors had left me. I was incredibly surprised by how supportive the Writing Community is and still was. Together we are one solid force. Even after a year of absence the follow backs and support was still there. There were moments where I got to share my story and people wanted to read it. I also asked for advice and they replied. (Of course the more irritated they were about my question the more motivated they were to tell me their opinion.) I love it. I still feel like I’m in that cocoon just soaking up knowledge and I have a feeling that won’t change until I meet the literary agent who can help me soar.
But, in the meantime I’ve decided to test my writing in the wilderness of Wattpad. The Twitter community is not a fan. (They loathe it. And so do other writers I know.) I think it’s because they advertise how easy it is to get views but in reality it’s just a pool. But over time and with the right kind if involvement you can build a community that will read and comment, giving you anything from constructive feedback to praise. But weirdly enough the reader community and the writer community don’t really converse. Most writers read what other writers write but the readers…
They are silent.
Some follow writers and some just have reading lists but all in all that is the etiquette there. But that seems to be the way of the literary world right? We, writers become authors so that we can satisfy you, readers. But honestly, I think it’s about getting the right book in the right hands. There’s a story out there that is perfect for every reader, it’s connecting the two that’s difficult. But once you make that connection, you gain not just a reader but a fan. Someone who is excited to read what you publish next. And you can get that anywhere, so why not Wattpad? Although, I will say that Wattpad caters to love and fan-fiction and people write because they want to no matter what the content. Yes there’s a lot to sift through but it’s not all bad. So I would say, for those of you that need validation and test readers to prove to yourself that you have skill and talent as a writer, start a story on Wattpad. I dare you. ;P
Here’s my story and I hope you enjoy it.
Writing has evolved over the years for me. It started as a hobby I couldn’t stop doing and it gradually became more serious until it was something I couldn’t help but do. It became a part of me, so much so that it was a necessity. I NEEDED to write.
For a long time I said, “I want to publish for me.” It took me to this year to realize what that statement actually meant.
I remember when I didn’t know how to critique. Where other writers intimidated me and I didn’t want to share my work. I was embarrassed knowing that my skill wasn’t up to par. That I was a slow reader and I hadn’t thought through all my characters and plots like the other writers. What I was missing was confidence. If I didn’t take that first step I would have never started this journey and none of my stories would see the light of day.
Now I have goals and new ambitions starting with publishing. It’s the first big milestone. Write, submit and publish. Lather, rinse and repeat. I’m going to succeed. I have to.
I’m a writer, it’s what I do. I don’t want to write I NEED to write.
It’s been a while, sorry I’ve been away. I decided to take on the challenge of NaNaWriMo for the 2nd time. I failed of course haha. And I honestly do have to commend anyone who takes up the challenge and anyone who suceeds. It’s incredibly difficult to write 50,000 words in a month. The key is knowing how you function, your strengths and weaknesses, then push and PUSH to finish. My weakness is time.
Setting aside time to continue to write was my problem. I knew I needed to write everyday and logically 1,666 words a day would have been enough for me to finish. But I underestimated my time. I also did not know the field I was writing in.
Not only was this new project in a genre I had never written in before, but it was also very personal. I decided to write a memoir about my Grandmother using her Diary as the skeleton. It was a strange yet beautiful experience writing the origin of not my own birth, but my mother’s. I felt very connected but it was all so surreal reading my “Nana” ‘s diary since she was so close to my own age when she wrote it. But the most challenging part is knowing that the diary only covers three years of her life. The rest I would have to learn from her retelling on the phone, in person or recorded. Hours and hours of note-taking and listening to accurately and cohesively write her life.
So my plan fell apart and I ran out of time. But I learned a lot about my own family history and the beginnings of what it takes to write a memoir. That was worth the struggle.
As much as I want to publish, I’m also a perfectionist. And fighting perfectionism is completely unfair because there will always be something to fix. I love my story and my characters and I owe it to them, myself and my supporters to make the story worth reading.
With that being said, writing is rewriting and it’s a never ending process. Writing, reading, editing, takes up a lot of time. So much time. Sometimes too much time. I’ve been writing forever and my supporters as much as I love them, push and push for me to publish.
I am part of a very small group of creatives and we all support each other. They have all the permission to bother me about finishing because they know me and my world inside and out. They understand the intensity that writing requires and they help me remedy my writer’s block. But for my supporters who demand I entertain them with a finished manuscript it sets a level of pressure that I’m not accustomed to handle yet. As common curtesy, it is rude to ask “when is it coming out” or say “hurry up” to a writer of any kind. As Pat Rothfuss once said, “I rather give you something great.” Because no one wants a half-baked story.
But there is hope! I’m finding time to write and I’m feeling more motivated than ever to get this finished. I love you all and thanks for the support you’ve given me. Just be patient a little bit longer!
Sometimes I find myself getting wrapped up in the thoughts that surround writing. People’s opinions, page views, followers, editing, grammar and I forget why I started writing in the first place.
I wasn’t made to write. In fact I was a terrible writer, slow reader, C student in English classes with serious phonetic problems as a child. All my friends wrote stories and drew art where I severely lacked in skill and talent. But I continued to write (and draw) knowing I could never live up to them and their abilities to excell in being creative individuals. I only let a select few read my writing and they were the hardest on me.
Writing, first and foremost is for me.
Some readers use writing as a tool for escapism. Well, so do I. As a writer I’m telling the movie that is in my head. Sometimes the story is sad, sometimes it’s funny but I enjoyed every plot all the same. I didn’t think about genre, word count, or spelling correctly I just wrote, blindly on the page allowing myself to be taken away by the words. They were easy to understand and I didn’t care if anyone read it because it wasn’t for them.
So why did I start sharing my work?
One person looked at my hobby and said, “You’ve spent more than half of your life writing. Why not share it?” I was honestly scared. I never posted in forums, never sent drafts, never joined RPs, because I was scared of public opinion. I liked that writing was for me but it was also the only thing that secretly defined who I was. Letting people read what I’ve written, was like inviting someone into my mind and heart. I became completely and utterly exposed.
Exposure although scary, has been empowering. And sometimes in order to know where you’re going, you need to know where you’ve been.
Imagine, you’re sitting at a table in front of an audience. You don’t know the people in front of you but they want to know you. They are ready to ask the hard questions. The ones you feel you aren’t ready to answer. Your chest feels tight, your hands clammy, suddenly you don’t feel comfortable in the chair you’ve been sitting in for 10 minutes now. Then someone announces that your session is about to begin and the room hushes down till it’s completely silent. Your throat is dry but you managed to utter “I’m ready for your questions now.” The first hand raises and it begins.
A panel like that is something I dream about. And honestly the act of publicly speaking terrifies me. Or should I say it DID terrify me.
Recently, I was asked to talk in front of the the most judgmental audience ever.
High school freshmen.
(Or at least that’s what I thought.)
My nervousness resulted in word vomit (that was to be expected), but I was honestly surprised at how curious they were. They listened intently, they drilled me about my life, college, and work. I sat in on a whole day and every class was more energetic than the last. Some questions made me laugh, some were very innocent, and a handful were challenging to answer.
When I said my goodbyes and finally headed home I felt– accomplished. Truly accomplished. That my work and words made a difference.
I didn’t realize that speaking like that helps me as much as it does the audience. It builds a special kind of bond I never knew I could have with strangers or KIDS for that matter. I’m not sure how I survived but I hope I inspired at least one of them to continue writing creatively. There was so much untapped talent in the room that their writing started to inspire me!
I believe in the next generation to help keep writing alive.
My note to other writers out there now, let’s pave the way for them!
It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog post but I’ve been pretty busy starting up new projects and adultering.
Since my last post, I’ve decided to re-read the draft I thought was done, only to realize it wasn’t ready for the world yet. There’s still a lot of polishing left to do on this rock. That was also the first time I was a reader to my own work. I read the entire manuscript and all I have to say is, I’m sorry haha. I am apologizing in advance for putting you guys through some serious emotional turmoil. Who knew writing gothic literature would be my chosen genre! (I’m seriously cracking up at myself.)
On the other hand, Saviors of Souls has been ramping up! Thank you so much for reading! It’s a boost of confidence to find notifications that people are reading and liking my chapters! I couldn’t be more excited to reveal the plot to you guys every month. I hope everyone enjoyed my early holiday surprise 😉
As for my current projects, I’m a bit scattered and somehow I’m able to find time to work on them. I gave myself a deadline for the pilot to an indie tv series I’m writing. Luckily I’m about halfway…. (Definitely not sure if I’m going to make my deadline but I’m sure as hell going to try!) It’s a completely different style and tone than what I’ve written so far which is somewhat of a challenge. It causes me to think a little longer on foreshadowing and action by showing and not telling.
Ah, a screenwriter’s life.
Ah, an aspiring author’s life.
Ah, a storyteller’s life.
Ah, a broke-twenty-something-year-old’s life
(I’m working on it I promise haha…)
And Happy Holidays!
I’m excited to announce that I’m preparing an ebook of…
“Saviors of Souls Volume 1: The Angel, Oliver”
It will include all the chapters of course as well as official artwork, guest fanart, a character bio of Oliver and a bonus story!
Here’s a sneak peek of what the dingbat will look like inside the ebook.
As I wait for my editor to get back to me I’ve been trying my hardest to stay in the mindset of the first novel in my Heartstring Trilogy, Innocently Precious. It’s been extremely hard to take a pause when all I want to do is start the rewrite of the sequel, Dangerously Sinned. Within this hiatus it’s more about keeping my momentum but not completely losing my interest. So now it’s about keeping my inspiration.
I find reading as important as writing. For a writer, reading is like an artist looking at another artist’s work. It’s different, sometimes better than your own and it allows you to compare and contrast their style with yours. Sometimes it’s completely opposite than your own work but this isn’t about judging or critiquing. It’s about learning what sets your work apart from theirs.
Having adventures and sharing stories is the oldest form of storytelling. (I tend to like this one the best.) It truly feels like a vacation when you’re out exploring the city, experiencing nature, visiting family or friends in other places. It’s good practice in plot progression and explaining emotion, while experiencing new things helps remind you that you are a person with feelings. (I’m not saying all writers are sociopaths but we can be numb sometimes.)
Watching films and playing video games! (I know it sounds like BS but hear me out.) There’s no better way to actually see other worlds with your own eyes than through the magic of movie making and CG (computer graphics). It’s world building practice and seeing things differently especially for costume, culture and color. Another thing to pay attention to is the character development and physical actions by actors on screen. Some are natural and some are awkward. Each style gives different tones which helps with character quirks and attitudes by showing and not telling.
Lastly, keep writing! Short stories are fun projects for digging deeper into characters or blocking out other stories. It’s also fun to challenge yourself and write in other genres and styles. Hosting creative parties can be fun too. Lots of ideas can spur when you’re in a room of creatives. 😉 -cough saviors of souls cough-
So there’s a peek into my life at the moment! Keep inspired guys!
I’m talking about the moment where you feel like you’re not going anywhere.
There comes a point where a plateau happens. These moments define people. It determines weather a person is capable of overcoming the obstacles that are ahead.
You are your worst critic.
But sometimes it takes a reminder that they aren’t as alone as they may seem. It’s definitely not an easy task but I’ve seen many people become victims of this hamster wheel at rock bottom, myself included. Sometimes I feel it’s hard to keep a positive attitude about something that isn’t going anywhere. But the same can be said about receiving a critique that hits too close to home. It shoots you down and traps you in it’s net.
We’ve all been there. It feels horrible, it’s even demeaning at times, but it’s necessary.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
I like to think of those naysayers as hurdles. In order to get to the finish line you have to get over them.
I’m a realist. So I won’t lie and say that this is easy because it never is. Even though it may seem like you’re going nowhere remember that giving up is truly not moving at all.