I've wanted to write since I was a little girl. I've always had a big imagination and loved books. Even while looking at picture books, I would dream up my own stories with my own pictures, in my head.
I get my ideas from a lot of places. A snippet of conversation that I overhear while running errands, the news, watching episodes of the show and thinking about how things would have been different if A or B happened, and when I watch other TV shows or movies. Not My Reality came to be because I was watching The Bachelor and thinking about how I would find the behind the scenes things more interesting than the actual show. I wondered about all the camera men that you don't see and I wondered if any of them got the hots for some of the bachelorettes, because they would be around the women more than the bachelor ever would. And there I had a story in my mind that was going to be original fic, but I didn't think I could sell it because of the TV show being real. So Angel became the bachelor, Buffy a
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That's more my kind of organization! LOL! Do you ever make notes and then when you go back to them, you can't remember what they were about? I've even lost track of my own shorthand sometimes on long hand pieces (snerk). I usually don't break it up by chapter unless it gets really long and the word processor just takes too long to work with it. "Worth the Wait" is an excellent example of that. It exists in several incarnations in a folder marked "RPG." Other than that, I kind of write a chunk, see if there are good places for chapter breaks, try them out, write another chunk, see if it still works, etc, etc. And none of it has the decency to hit me in order, which is why it takes me so damn long to post (I also get very impatient about posting -- same way I suck at holding off giving people birthday and Christmas presents early).
I do sometimes scratch my head over a note that makes no sense. The way I keep things straight is that as soon as I use an idea in a note, I change to the color to a very pale pink or a pale purple. It's still there, but so light, I can barely read it. This way, I pay more attention to the notes still in black that I haven't used and if I need to remember a note for something I've already used, I can highlight it and still read it
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I've always wondered what it is about writing that prompts some sort of OCD behavior in most people. I've noticed that, even in people who use a minimum of files and notes and stuff (btw -- love your color schemes -- I use something similar when editing, including highlights, depending on what I'm editing for, lol) most have some sort of ritual or habit or something that makes the artistic process happen.
This isn't exclusive to artists. Musicians are probably second only to baseball players. :)
I meant to say, not exclusive to writers...bleh. Time to stop this and go do dishes apparently because I'm losing my words even before I get them down. Damn stiff fingers.
I've wanted to write since I was a little girl. I've always had a big imagination and loved books. Even while looking at picture books, I would dream up my own stories with my own pictures, in my head.
I get my ideas from a lot of places. A snippet of conversation that I overhear while running errands, the news, watching episodes of the show and thinking about how things would have been different if A or B happened, and when I watch other TV shows or movies. Not My Reality came to be because I was watching The Bachelor and thinking about how I would find the behind the scenes things more interesting than the actual show. I wondered about all the camera men that you don't see and I wondered if any of them got the hots for some of the bachelorettes, because they would be around the women more than the bachelor ever would. And there I had a story in my mind that was going to be original fic, but I didn't think I could sell it because of the TV show being real. So Angel became the bachelor, Buffy a ( ... )
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This isn't exclusive to artists. Musicians are probably second only to baseball players. :)
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