"And It's Beginning to Snow..." - RENT
I've always wanted to write. Sure painting's fun and singing is great but actually writing something was the greatest. No matter where I go in life, who I'm with or what I do - it all ends up back to writing.
After dinner with my parents followed with a meeting with the chair of the music department, I made my way to Barnes and Noble near the direction of dark looming clouds and lightning on the horizon. Despite the prediction of the oncoming rain, I kept my windows down and enjoyed a nice relaxing breeze while listening to John Tesh on the radio.
Several days ago I was fortunate to turn on the radio (without CDs to listen to) and drove to my parents house to finish laundry. On the way, Tesh popped up with information about novel publishing. Of course my attention was drawn to his tid-bit of information as I am currently working on a book. It was like divine intervention, I'm telling you. Our family is full of these stories. So since that night I've been toying with my story idea but nothing seemed to make any sense. Couldn't piece any of it together. Sure I had the rough outline and possible characters but the foundatino was rocky. Nights passed and like the character in Adaption, would find myself distracted by thoughts or need of a drive in the middle of the night. Until last night.
Cathy had a lot of interesting things to say in the dream, but mainly that my own creativity is stifled by my memories. Finding myself dwelling more on the past than actually learning from it.
"What's the difference?" I asked her.
"When dwelling you live in the past," She replied with ease "When you learn, you live in the present."
Seemed simple enough. Unfortunately, most of the conversation was in a dream and when I wake up things tend to float away during the usual morning routine. An urge stuck with me all day though. To write, you need a foundation. I've never written a novel before so how do I go about it? The only thing that seemed plausible was to buy self help books on such a subject.
Parking my car in the lot, my eyes went to the sky which was already mixing to a dark blue/purple color as the clouds rolled in. The wind had picked up a little and dropped in temperature. How perfect. I love right before a storm. That would be my version of heaven. Right before a storm when the smell of rain is in the air and the breeze is cool. Opening the doors to Barnes and Noble I ran in to Maggie and Avery. That was a pleasant surprise. :) While thumbing through books on shelves and bending to the side to glance at some of the titles, I finally found three books that I felt were most important. The first is called The Novel Writer's Toolkit, the next is The Craft of Research and last but not least, (what no writer should be without) their own personal copy of a Dictionary. Feeling proud of myself I left Barnes and Noble and immediatly returned back to the apartment to check them out.
--- I've missed this. Livejournal. Typing. I'd like to type more... without stirring the drama pot. Do you think it's possible?
After dinner with my parents followed with a meeting with the chair of the music department, I made my way to Barnes and Noble near the direction of dark looming clouds and lightning on the horizon. Despite the prediction of the oncoming rain, I kept my windows down and enjoyed a nice relaxing breeze while listening to John Tesh on the radio.
Several days ago I was fortunate to turn on the radio (without CDs to listen to) and drove to my parents house to finish laundry. On the way, Tesh popped up with information about novel publishing. Of course my attention was drawn to his tid-bit of information as I am currently working on a book. It was like divine intervention, I'm telling you. Our family is full of these stories. So since that night I've been toying with my story idea but nothing seemed to make any sense. Couldn't piece any of it together. Sure I had the rough outline and possible characters but the foundatino was rocky. Nights passed and like the character in Adaption, would find myself distracted by thoughts or need of a drive in the middle of the night. Until last night.
Cathy had a lot of interesting things to say in the dream, but mainly that my own creativity is stifled by my memories. Finding myself dwelling more on the past than actually learning from it.
"What's the difference?" I asked her.
"When dwelling you live in the past," She replied with ease "When you learn, you live in the present."
Seemed simple enough. Unfortunately, most of the conversation was in a dream and when I wake up things tend to float away during the usual morning routine. An urge stuck with me all day though. To write, you need a foundation. I've never written a novel before so how do I go about it? The only thing that seemed plausible was to buy self help books on such a subject.
Parking my car in the lot, my eyes went to the sky which was already mixing to a dark blue/purple color as the clouds rolled in. The wind had picked up a little and dropped in temperature. How perfect. I love right before a storm. That would be my version of heaven. Right before a storm when the smell of rain is in the air and the breeze is cool. Opening the doors to Barnes and Noble I ran in to Maggie and Avery. That was a pleasant surprise. :) While thumbing through books on shelves and bending to the side to glance at some of the titles, I finally found three books that I felt were most important. The first is called The Novel Writer's Toolkit, the next is The Craft of Research and last but not least, (what no writer should be without) their own personal copy of a Dictionary. Feeling proud of myself I left Barnes and Noble and immediatly returned back to the apartment to check them out.
--- I've missed this. Livejournal. Typing. I'd like to type more... without stirring the drama pot. Do you think it's possible?