So here is the link to Chuck Wendig’s website. I think that if you’re a writer, you should totally check it out and give him your love because he’s awesome and updates his blog on a regular basis. Tell him I sent you - which will be really awkward for him considering he doesn’t know who I am. ANYWAY, you’ll love it. At least, I do.
New characters just add themselves to my stories. They just keep popping up out of nowhere. Where did this hypochondriac, little girl come from again? I didn’t actually want her to be in here. I was just kidding when I had mentioned it to Jake. But yet here she is…a main character, adding plot twists like she’s someone important. -.- Does that kind of thing happen to anyone else?
…because they inspire me to do my best and show me what I can accomplish if I work really hard. They also make me feel better about what I like to do. That it’s not as far-fetched as some people make it out to be. Speaking of which, I should totally be writing right now…
“You want to write? Then it’s time to work. Work isn’t a bad word. Work may be a four-letter-word, but you know what? I like four-letter words. Commit to the effort. Give your work the due it deserves. If someone asks what you’re doing? Don’t tell them you’re writing. Don’t say you’re telling stories or penning the Great American Novel. Tell them, ‘I’m working. I’m down in the word mines breaking my brain to bring this ink into the world. Now shut the door and get me a quad-shot espresso.’ Don’t just put your nose against the grindstone: rub your entire naked body against the grindstone. And then film it. And put it on YouTube.”—Wendig, Chuck (on how writing is a four letter word)
So I get on Chuck Wendig’s website for the first time (mainly cause he just caught my eye, like, three days ago) and I find that he’s holding a flash fiction contest. The prizes are something like signed books, digital copies of all his writing related books, and a postcard. I was so stoked until I saw that the deadline was today…like, an hour ago…
“Writers drink so much caffeine that eventually the synapses start to break down like wires chewed by starving squirrels. And then those starving squirrels make a ratty nest of old leaves and smelly yarn inside our heads. We end up as gutted automatons piloted by a tribe of twitchy squirrels. Metaphorically.”—Chuck Wendig (on why writers are crazy)
With all the random writing projects (short stories, beat sheets, treatments, flash fiction, etc) that I have been doing this month, I managed to scrounge up around 22,500 words (luckily I’m rounding down and not up). I’ve still got a couple days to add a few couple thousand to that though. I have to admit that I’m disappointed in myself. I talked to Jake and we determined that my lack of focus is probably my main problem. I can’t seem to finish any projects because I’m always starting new ones. So for March (month two of YoCW), I will be working on a novel length piece. Hopefully, I can have a great month that can pick up the slack from February. It’s National Novel Editing Month and so I really should be editing my NaNo piece from last year but I feel like writing more than editing so I’m going to really be focusing on this next piece.
At writer’s group, we’ve been talking about bringing in short chunks from various pieces to critique and edit. I think that if I can get a good chunk done from this piece, I’ll turn that in for critique.
I’m so glad that it’s Friday. It’s been such a bad week…on a personal level and work too. It seems as though all of the children in Kitsap County have gone mad. I’m hoping that this weekend I will be able to hit the reset button and next week will be better.
I’m hoping to get my nose to the grindstone this weekend and get a lot done on my new story. I’m also hoping that everything will iron out with work and the summer.
Have you noticed that:
The introduction music to Finding Nemo (“Nemo Egg”) is, like, the saddest song on the face of the earth and doesn’t fail to make me tear up every time I hear it…
Whenever you’re sad, a hug from one of your kids always warms your heart.
Adele is everywhere. Kind of like Big Brother. Except prettier and with a soulfully deep voice equivalent to only the angels. You know, she’s got that goin’ for her. :-P
So, I told Jake that I would set up a reward system for myself, right? For every 1k words I punch out (non-blog, non-journaling words), I get to watch an episode of When They Cry. It’s an incredibly involved, depressing, and bloody show. I probably should have picked something a bit more upbeat to help inspire me and my story but it’s just so addicting. For the past few nights I have been watching a “chapter” a night, which is generally around four episodes (at 20 minutes each). So in order to keep watching it at my pace I’d have to write about 4k to 5k words a day. Of course, what does it say about myself when I use such a macabre show as motivation? I think I need a hug.
I’m trying my luck with a fantasy story. Wish me luck because this is a genre that I haven’t tried before. Truth be told, I’m mixing genres a bit so that I’m a bit more comfortable with it. At its heart, it is a whydunit because mysteries are awesome. Who can turn down a good puzzle, right? If anyone has any advice for a fantasy/science fiction newbie, please hit me up. I feel a bit awkward and I’m only doing the initial outline. Since it’s half detective/mystery I’m calling it “Neither This Noir That”. Hehe. What do you think? Is that too punny or cheesy?
I just happened upon this article and found it rather amusing. I like to call myself an “aspiring writer” because I am awfully lazy and I admit that I have to actually spend more time in front of my laptop writing rather than spending time on *cough* tumblr *cough* Facebook *cough* Reading this article really was a kick in the pants. I *heart* it the way that you have to *heart* a nagging, critical mother…except maybe I *heart* it a bit more… Just kidding, Mom. I love you more.
Hungarian Bacon Rolls are hard to make. Not because it’s hard to get all of the ingredients together and bake it. It’s more difficult because I can’t be in the kitchen with Jake’s mom without bursting into tears (for no apparent reason sometimes). I think it’s an innate reaction. Like how Pavlov’s dogs start to salivate at the sound of a bell. My eyes start to water and my heart beats faster when Jake’s mom is in the kitchen with me. I believe that I’m only successful at baking when she’s not around because then I can focus more on baking and less on trying not to have the little vein in my forehead explode and get all over the bread dough. <—- (Best run on sentence ever.)
In other news (actually, it is related), I came up with another story idea. Script Frenzy is in April and I’ve already got my script plotted out on a story “board”. So the question stands, what should I do until April? I have already plotted out different deadlines for short story competitions but I think that NaNo has ruined me. I want to do a bigger project. With that in mind, I am starting to map out an idea for a Stephanie Plum meets Monster in Law meets film noir with a dash of Rin - Daughters of the Mnemosyne (minus the nudity and gratuitous violence - just the supernatural aspect). I don’t normally do the whole supernatural thing myself. I can’t seem to write anything that can even resemble a fantasy novel but I’m hoping that if I add enough realistic elements to it, I can pull it off.
I’ve been dying to write a Dealing with a Mother-In-Law book. I even outlined and titled it: Surviving the Zombie Monster-in-Law Apocalypse. And NO, I didn’t just throw the word “zombie” in there just to appeal to some genre. I’ve got it all plotted out that the worst monster that we will have to deal with is the Zombie Mother-in-Law. Think about it. Even though the Mother-in-Law larva is harmless. The more mature, pre-zombie Mother-in-Law (pupa) will eat your soul alive. And then the post-zombie Mother-in-Law (the adult) will eat the rest of you. The entire life cycle is quite grotesque. ANYWAY, I figured that throwing in the characteristics of a Mother-in-Law in some character, like a boss, will make for a good B-story. It will also satisfy my urges to write a Dealing with a Mother-in-Law book that Jake really doesn’t want me to write. He actually seems to detest the idea and I really don’t want to offend him. She makes it so hard not to base an antagonist on her though.
Jake and I are home sick with colds this weekend. Go figure. Anyway, I’ve got a three day weekend! Hooray! I’m planning on doing some housekeeping (or rather storage keeping) on Monday but I’m planning on writing all weekend long otherwise. I just went on the NaNo website and realized that I had a 6k word day one day (early in November). My goal is to surpass that tomorrow!
Happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a quote to start your day off on a happy note. We were handing out candy this morning and one of my kids (she’s five) turns to me and says, “I can’t have too much candy.” I asked why and she goes, “Cause my daddy says that if I have too much candy I will get diet bb’s.” :-D Tee hee!
Amelie (Original French title: Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poulain)
Behind the scenes stuff:
Director: Jean-Pierre Jeunet
Writer: Jeunet with Guillaume Laurant
Amelie – Audrey Tautou
Nino – Mathieu Kassovitz
Raphael – Rufus
Amandine – Lorella Cravotta
Raymond – Serge Merlin
Plot: Amelie is a 2001French, romantic-comedy film. It is a story about a shy waitress who decides to change the lives of those around her for the better. Meanwhile, her life is lonely because of her troubled upbringing. The story follows her as she fixes (or mettles?) in the lives closest to her. The audience gets sucked into how her friends’ and family’s lives change because of the things that she does. Even though her intentions were good, should she really be inserting herself (or her actions) into their lives like that?
What I liked: I’m awfully fond of foreign films. My tastes run very eclectic and I admire different points of view; especially on the same subject. Amelie is the French take on what it truly takes to be a good person and truly be happy. It’s definitely a chick flick; although if your girlfriend forces you to watch it, it’s bearable (and you’ll get brownie points). My boyfriend and I had a discussion about whether or not the landlord was better off in the end or not. I will admit that I am a hopeless romantic while my boyfriend is a realist. It makes for frustrating Valentine’s Day’s but also interesting discussions and point of views about movies, books, and life in general.
What I didn’t like: It was almost too odd for my tastes (almost). It was one of those movies that I had to force myself to sit and watch for the first few minutes. It didn’t suck me in right away but it was definitely worth it once I sat still.
What I learned from this movie:
Good deeds never go unpunished.
Resetting speed dials is now my favorite pastime.
Being passionate about your job/career is definitely a must and does not go unnoticed.
My favorite parts: The goldfish is one of my favorite characters (even if he was short-lived). So the scene with the goldfish was great. My favorite scene was in the beginning though (despite how fidgety I was, this was what really drew me in); the scene with her first Polaroid camera. It was both funny and sad and I could totally see myself in her shoes. I also liked the scene where she gave her love interest back his book. It was extremely clever and adorable.
Rating: I give this movie four out of five strawberry cupcakes; complete with cream cheese frosting, sprinkles and cherries on top. Sweet, fun, light, and a bit different from the norm. A great movie to watch with your girlfriends.
For February 1st, my first film review is going to be for the movie Slither.
Behind the scenes stuff:
Director: James Gunn
Writer: James Gunn
Bill Pardy – Nathan Fillion
Jack MacReady – Gregg Henry
Starla Grant – Elizabeth Banks
Kylie Stutemyer – Tania Saulnier
Grant Grant – Michael Rooker
Plot: A tiny town is taken over by a alien slugs bent on turning the townsfolk into their own personal zombie taxis. These little parasites take hold of Grant Grant (the best name in the history of science fiction-horror-comedies) after he comes upon an asteroid in the woods and pokes at it with a stick. His wife, Starla and the town sheriff, Bill Pardy (played by Nathan Fillion)
What I liked: Everything. This is by far one of my favorite movies. The script is fantastic and clever. The characters are well cast. It has a very typical plot but has a unique James Gunn twist. I am a big fan of Nathan Fillion (Serenity, Firefly, PG Porn, Castle, Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog, etc.). His characters are always quirky and I love his acting style. If you snag the DVD, make sure to watch the special features. They are all well done and a great addition to the movie.
What I didn’t like: I lost my first copy of the movie and had to buy a second (I just couldn’t live without it) and promptly found the first copy when I got home. I figured that keeping a second one around as a loner copy wouldn’t be such a bad idea though.
What I learned from this movie:
You shouldn’t poke at asteroids with a stick.
·If your significant other sprouts extra appendages, he or she might be the host for an alien species.
There is a featurette on how to make fake blood that was informative and fun.
Alien slugs ooze when you fry them with a curling iron.
My favorite part: I can’t narrow it down to just one thing so I’ll pick one at random. Jack MacReady (played by Gregg Henry) is the mayor of this small town and his character is a complete @$$. However, he does have one of my favorite quotes (and my favorite neck growth). The main characters pile into the sheriff’s car and are headed back to the station. It’s that awkward moment after something extraordinary happens and you don’t really know what to say to each other. He reaches down into a cooler only to find it empty and says:
“Where is the Mr. Pibb? I told your secretary to pack Mr. Pibb. It’s the only Coke I like. Goddamn Brenda exploding like a water balloon, worms driving my friends around like they’re goddamn skin-cars, people are spitting acid at me, turning you into cottage cheese, and now there’s no fucking goddamn Mr. Pibb?!”
Overall Rating: 5 out of 5 Boston Cream Pie Cupcakes (I had to pick a cupcake that oozed, just for this movie)