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Writing Wednesday - I won't bore you all with the story this time, but will describe the workshop night.
I went to writer's workshop last night. Went with a friend which felt very cool, nice. He bought me an ice cream near Davis Square (JP Licks) beforee going, caramel-apple. Typically I shy from ice cream but this time I sooo needed it. I was very hungry after a day of not eating well (work &schedule pressures) and poor sleep the night before (other issues) and really didn't feel at my best.
I'm still finding it hard, but good-hard, challenging. The workshop gives you 30mins to brainstorm and rough-draft a story, and then STOP! & read it aloud to the group. Three sessions of this. I banged out three quick short stories, one during each session, but only one of them felt like it wrote itself, the other two were crap! I'll keep them anyway for the future; I may flesh them out at some point. I wonder if my junk stories will collect in a corner of my computer like discarded engine parts at a rundown auto repair shop.
Right now it's all about learning the mechanics to write quickly and generating story ideas on-the-spot. I really like it sometimes when I type a story that writes itself as the first one did. My mind clicked on and the feelings and details just flowed, gushed out onto the keyboard. When that happens I can type out 8 to 900 words in the allotted minutes, and when I got back to read it I always like the pace of the story. My other two stories were featherweights at just 3-400 words each, and the brainstorming and composition seemed laborious. I think the physical affected this, I've simply got to eat and sleep better, that will help, and write more - experience should make this faster and easier.
I worry, of course. A real short story is 2-5000 words, not just 900, so even my long ones aren't really good enough. If I wrote with more time would my stories get better as I flesh out the characters or will they suck because I am filling more lines with less meaning? This scarey thought keeps me from writing on the weekends.
Rode the T home which I liked, (subway) it lets me settle down and not think about things, but the trip was long at that late hour and then consumed tons of spaghetti to begin to get back on track.
This morning I'm on LJ instead of working-out. ::sigh::
I went to writer's workshop last night. Went with a friend which felt very cool, nice. He bought me an ice cream near Davis Square (JP Licks) beforee going, caramel-apple. Typically I shy from ice cream but this time I sooo needed it. I was very hungry after a day of not eating well (work &schedule pressures) and poor sleep the night before (other issues) and really didn't feel at my best.
I'm still finding it hard, but good-hard, challenging. The workshop gives you 30mins to brainstorm and rough-draft a story, and then STOP! & read it aloud to the group. Three sessions of this. I banged out three quick short stories, one during each session, but only one of them felt like it wrote itself, the other two were crap! I'll keep them anyway for the future; I may flesh them out at some point. I wonder if my junk stories will collect in a corner of my computer like discarded engine parts at a rundown auto repair shop.
Right now it's all about learning the mechanics to write quickly and generating story ideas on-the-spot. I really like it sometimes when I type a story that writes itself as the first one did. My mind clicked on and the feelings and details just flowed, gushed out onto the keyboard. When that happens I can type out 8 to 900 words in the allotted minutes, and when I got back to read it I always like the pace of the story. My other two stories were featherweights at just 3-400 words each, and the brainstorming and composition seemed laborious. I think the physical affected this, I've simply got to eat and sleep better, that will help, and write more - experience should make this faster and easier.
I worry, of course. A real short story is 2-5000 words, not just 900, so even my long ones aren't really good enough. If I wrote with more time would my stories get better as I flesh out the characters or will they suck because I am filling more lines with less meaning? This scarey thought keeps me from writing on the weekends.
Rode the T home which I liked, (subway) it lets me settle down and not think about things, but the trip was long at that late hour and then consumed tons of spaghetti to begin to get back on track.
This morning I'm on LJ instead of working-out. ::sigh::