Mentally playing Two Birds by Regina Spektor... How I love that girl...
Suffering from Absentmindeditis, a horrible disease that strikes many, often those who least expect it. Together, we can conquer this. Be strong, reader, be strong.
I really think my little caption up there says it all at the moment. I'm just not all here, right now, and in my preoccupied state, I have taken it upon myself to read up on a few of my favorite writers' blogs. It is an addiction, and also an unfortunate side effect and/or symptom of absentmindeditis. I swear, it's killing me slowly.
Enough of the pity party. Let me just say a few words about Maureen Johnson, and how almost every time I read her blog, I burst forth in glorious and uncontrollable laughter. No joke, the woman is hysterical. Albeit, absentmindeditis and 1:30 in the morning combined make almost anything funny for me, I have to say, her rendition of O Spider Tree here was top-notch. "La la la la la Nightmares." Ha, oh how I laugh!
I've been sitting on my bed for an hour and a half now, pen in hand and notebook perched on my criss-cross-applesauce legs, its wordless blue lines stretching out in endless silence. Why can I not think of anything interesting to put into my book? It is because, dear reader, I am simply filling in the blanks at this point. Writing about the mundane and the every day. I spent NaNoWriMo writing about all the big exciting high-action parts of the story, which while it kept me going and I got my fifty-thousand words, left the most boring things for me to fill in afterward. Let's face it, the book can't be all action, because by the end of the story, the action will have become boring after permeating every page and circumstance. I'm not writing about boring every-day normal life, sure, but everyone has those days, so I have to write them into my book. A lot of conversation and contemplation are included in these days, which is important, but tedious. Every time I start to write something down and start up a page about doing laundry or making dinner, I immediately cross it out because I feel like it's going to be one of those pages that the reader instantly wants to skip over to get to the good parts. I'm having trouble making it seem as important as the rest of the novel. I just can't focus enough to really put everything into it right now.
I blame absentmindeditis. That and the fact that I just finished City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare, and I really want the next book to see what happens. Only I really don't have money to spend on myself right now. Sad day.
hello again.. :P I feel strange commenting on almost every post on here, but I always think of something to say, and your posts are so interesting!
ReplyDeleteMy problem with my story right now is that I feel like I dwell on the details way too much... I think I need an outsider's point of view to tell me that though. I am in love with writing, so on I write!
oh, and when you write, just do what I do: put yourself, not anyone else, as the reader and try to think of what you would wish to happen next. Works for me most of the time :)