remembering to come up for air

Because of what I do for a living, it is often hard to sit down

and tap into the emotional resources necessary for me to write.  

In my day to day, I have to be lively and full of energy and ready to literally bounce at a moment’s notice.

And if I’m honest, I dance a lot in my day job so I am happy most of the time.

For some reason, I’ve always pounded out my best writing as I was going through something rough.

It’s how I deal with life.  One of my biggest struggles has been learning to write while I’m not going through something.  And also, not to allow myself to go so far down in my dark moments that it’s difficult to pull myself out.  I have to remember this, esp. with the story I’m working now.  I have a feeling it may be painful to finish and well, I will need to come up every now and again for air.

1st or 3rd? That is the question.

Ok, so my last novel was written in third person, had a couple of key characters, but still at the end lacked what I felt was a strong connection to any one character.  So the book was entertaining and you cared about the story and what was happening, but not in the way that you should have.

Now, as I begin really diving into the next book, I’m writing it in third person. However, yesterday I thought maybe I’ll write something in first person just to see how it goes.  Changing perspective in the book allowed me to think of the story in an entirely different way, but I’m not sure if it is a good thing or a bad thing.  1st person put me a little more out of my comfort zone, made the material feel a bit more personal, and left me thinking about it for most of the rest of my day.

I think storywise, 3rd person would be better for the development/plot.  Still, with writing in 1st person rubbing me so raw; I wonder if it’s worth pursuing even if only as a side piece.  We’ll see.  :)

So my new “New Year’s Resolution” is…

to learn the choreo for MJ’s “Thriller”, it’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and I’ve put it off long enough. Anyway, on my search for choreo, I stumbled upon this divine cover…simply elegant…

what does this have to do with writing? Nothing, except well, I’m inspired by music.

Stuck in my head tonight….

damn, somebody shake something already…

I can’t get anything done b/c I want to do it all

I swear I can’t get anything done because I want to do everything.
I want to write, take photographs, teach all my fitness classes, which
are multiplying it seems by the week.
I still want to have time for a social
life and to spend time with those around me.
I even applied for a scholarship recently.
When would I have time to get a master’s degree?
I know how crazy all of that sounds yet, I don’t care.
Maybe I will never be great at any one thing
because I like to do too many things.
And if that’s the case, then perhaps I will have
to settle for being someone who
was just good enough at a lot of things.
Or I don’t know…why can’t I do them all
and be great at them? I mean, can it be done?
Is there anyone out there who has done it all?

dreams

You want me to dream,

fulfill my potential…

You want good things for me.

These things you say-

I believe you mean them.

You want me to do something I love,

pursue my goals…

You’re proud of me when I accomplish them.

These things you say-

I believe you mean them.

pondering the main character

They say a main character has to have motive, passion, drive.  You have to be able to flush them out, sift through their many branches.  What type of character is that for me? And is it different for every reader? How do you write someone into existence that both men and women can relate to? What would their strengths be? Weaknesses?  I don’t know.  These are all things I’m thinking about this weekend.

in the grey

You were watching me.

I saw you.

You were wondering-

I saw that too.

It would have been easy to ask,

and you could have, but you already know-

yes, i’m watching him,

the melodic movement of his fingers.

kathleen

as always

sometimes you need a little curtis

i can honestly sit and waste hours of my life watching youtube

ha. anyway, tonight i’m writing to a little curtis.

because well, sometimes you just need a little curtis.

people get ready….