Internship and writing

Okay, so it's been a while. A long, long while and I have been busier than a bee. I started my internship and that means work pretty much non-stop and it's amazing fun! You wouldn't even believe the kind of fun I am having on a daily basis. Movies galore! It's so fun fun fun!

I always thought writing was the best kind of fun, and reading was the close second. And now I know that's imply not true, writing is the close second and making movies is the absolute best kind of fun!

But I am having progress with my book, Harley and I are back on track. Thankfully. I'll try to write another ten pages this weekend, and hopefully the econd chapter will be done by monday.

Greatly lacking music!

I've been trying to write for three days, and nothing! I'm totally drawing a blank and I just don't know what to do anymore. Last night I reviewed everything I've written - ever - that I still have on my computer and for the love of authors everywhere, I cannot find new inspiration to continue what I started.

I need music, lots and lots of it, and I need it now. Only I have no idea where to look!

Spiders everywhere!

I dunno, but is the world trying to tell me something?

All I see today are spiders - on the floor, on my bed, outside my window, climbing the walls in the living room, occupying the empty hole in the asphalt... I keep wondering if the world is trying to tell me something, or since it's been a beautiful day and not raining like the world was about to end they were just out to stretch their legs. The time old question- he.

And back to my writing!

Someone elses wings

The eve doubtdul soul - me - got it into my head that somehow the book about Madison isn't my own creation and I suddenly got very paranoid. Where I could have picked it up, I have no idea. And then I sit and I go through every single idea I have ever written down and I shake my head thinking "Am I on my own, or am I flying on someone else's wings?"

On the other hand, putting a name on the face that was Madison was hard as hell. As was all the other characters. No. I'm all on my own, so if I crash, the wings that break are mine.

Wow, that was bitter :P

Third time's the charm

I spent a few hours writing a first chapter, a nice prologue and a good beginning to a second chapter. And then, as if by magic, I was hit by another image. Another part of the same story, only years into the future. What choice does a poor girl have?
Answer would be - too many choices. Either way, I clung to the image, the story in my head unravelling before me and the man I had started to put into words only minutes earlier suddenly stunned me into silence. I know people think authors have a choice, they have a say.
Some of us don't!

And now, 2344 words into what might become the second book, second volume of the same book, or some other answer I don't know yet, I find myself feeling sad. Utterly and incredibly sad. 1-2-3 and then you're gone. That might not mean anything to you yet, but in due time.

Never hesitate to be creative, you'll regret it.

--Jen

"Brand New"

This guy - I know I said I was going to write, but I found myself reading instead and suddenly I was listening to this song: Home - Music - "Brand New"

If you haven't heard the pretty and genius songs of Shane Kevins I suggest you run along and listen to him. Another a great singer/songwriter who knows how to inspire other creative souls.

Lack of time

Roughly 18 days until I have to work again, which means I don't have much time for writing. Doesn't that just suck?

So. Saturday and a bum foot. It's all about writing and reading today ladies and gentlemen, all about the writing and reading.

I think I'll just go hop to it, since there's not much time.

--Jen