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The Inn was
something out of a picture book, the kind you’d show your grandchildren to make
sure they would never go into an abandoned house again. And yet, it was lively,
and had one of the greatest atmospheres Ad had ever felt from inside a
restaurant before.
Body of Darkness, book 1, page 27
Words to begin with: it’s really hard to write
a story when you haven’t a name for the characters....
And especially hard when none of the have names but
their personalities are strong and there story is already on a roll through
your mind.
Sat: I read this book the other
day, um...I think it was...shit, I can’t remember. Anyway, it had in all the
songs that the person listened to, or felt connected with the scene in the
book. She/he did it in a way that she (I’m more than sure it was a she, so well
just go with that) put it. anyway, it’s a point and yet not full centred around
this person, most so that people find themselves listening to certain things,
having that connect them to a part, and nothing but that song can get them in
that mood.
I get this, though I have a strange feel of the ones
that turn me off. Like I can’t listen, or watch or read something that makes my
mind change tone (and it does, I’m odd that way).
Anyway, I felt that...well, more so I have a hand
full of song, or singers that I listen to and what other time there is to have
a bit of a plug for them and let you see what I listen to.
these songs are the ones I mostly listen to when I’m
writing, because I know them, they have an easy flow and they, I don’t know,
let my mind flow without having to really think about the music playing in my
ear. Though they’re there when I need a break.
Architecture in Heisinki
The Jezabels
Washington
Kimbra
Tegan and Sara
Cloud Control
Angus & Julia Stone
San Cisco
(there might be more, but there all I can think of now)
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These are the song I
listen to when I’m trying to figure shit out. Either about the plots, or just
to have something in my head while things are trying to rush around too much.
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Little
Red
Coldplay
Empire of the Sun
The
Killers
Kings of Leon
Lime
Cordiale
3
Doors Down (‘The Better Life’)
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I have a heap of other song that I listen too,
really I will listen to almost anything that isn’t metal and old school metal
(that’s now rock, right?) but saying that, I would prefer that shit than
silence. I don’t do silence, it’s to...quite.
But at the end of the day, the ones above are the
songs I listen to mostly. My son can even sing a few of Tegan and Sara songs,
its super cute.
Anyway, there’s a little bit of an insight into what
I listen to while writing, though I will never have a song for a scene, I’ll
never have a song I listen to while writing a certain part. I just put my Pod
on shuffle and listen to what flows while my fingers work at the keys.
Sun: [Easter] 1,612words
You know you’ve done something write when you can
have a little chuckle at your own characters antics. I’m not so much talking
about this book (hell, wrong series, to start with). But a chuckle at the
characters and a feeling that you did something write when it came to them, is
all you really need to help you over a lump you’re not sure you could pass.
Though the series that I’m talking about is
Teen-Hunt and it’s one that the ten main characters are so developed in my mind
that I feel sometime when I write them that I’m leaving things out that is
truly needed to show you what they are truly like.
{Was meant to read the brick today—didn’t!}
Tue: huh, you know how long
it’s been since I’ve had a nightmare? Years. And this one scared the absolute
shit outta me!
I found out last night, while reading a part of a
book I had a once read, it was something that had come up in another book
before. It’s something that every time I read the line—the part—I get annoyed,
or more so it’s puzzling and makes ME want to explain the meaning that it’s
been said.
And I’m guessing that at some point that the people
writing this line, having both character say the line and the other reply in
this pointed way, that they must understand what it really means, but it still
something that I always feel needs an argumentative point put on the end.
It’s also something that I can put in this book I’m
writing, which is what’s making me a little hesitant about telling you what it
is and what I would reply with.
Still, it was something in my mind now, something in
books all over the world, I just wish one that I read would actually explain
the real reason why we, as humans, say that we’re Sorry of a loss that hurts someone more than it can ever impact
you.
125 words
Wed: yeah, I got two of my
books today—it’s also the day (if you didn’t know) that I changed my blog name.
It’s more of what I originally wanted, but then I realised that I was mis
pigeay so I made myself crate a name that sorta reflects that as well as
keeping its original name, sorta.
Anyway, you either care or you don’t. But there’s
some of my reasoning. I’ve just been finding over the last couple of months
that my blog isn’t really a reflection of me. I’m crazy weird, or just weird
(but then who isn’t?) and I was thinking that the name was kinda, I don’t know,
young, it’s mostly because it’s my email address and I created that when I was
younger.
Anyway, I want my blog to grow up a little, so that
it reflects some of what I write and read. But I also wanted it to stay as it
was. Hard, and all, but that’s it. I think I’m going to have to just save up
some money and go and learn how to do all this shit (or get someone to do it
for me, either way, right?!)
1056 words (I hit over 20,000 words, only 40 to
60,000 more!!)
I also started writing ‘An Algologist look inside
Hell’ because I’m getting close and I’m getting a little confused about what’s
what, like the real specific’s not the facts. I know what it looks like, on an
outer degree, but walking through? We get a little hazy—that too, and it’s been
a while since I came up with all the elements, at least this way they’re there
and you can see them through the eyes of someone that isn’t a characters, as
well as the ones that are.
Because at the end of the day, if it’s something
you’d be interested in, I’ll give it to you.
(And yeah, it means that I’m procrastinating in a
way that’s not helpful to my writing this book, and yet oddly is...hum. but
that happens a lot.)
Thur:--
Fri: 682 words.
It’s really hard to just write when you’re not in a
complete mood, and yet, no matter how much I don’t want to write it. No matter
how much, though, the words just flow from my fingers. The words just come; the
people are so tight in my head that they won’t ever leave. Not really, it’s the
fact that I keep on double checking myself that’s hard. Its thinking what I’m
writing isn’t good.
Our worst enemy is ourselves.
That’s so right it’s not funny. It’s the worst thing
when it comes to an art form. Anything really, that makes you proud of doing.
The worst is that you put yourself down the most.
They weren’t lying when they said if you like it
than it’s probably the best you’re going to do.
But that doesn’t mean everyone else will like it.
And that’s the scariest thing of all.
You have this drive in your head that tells you over
and over that you can do it, that you can do it well, but then, there’s also
that nagging bitch that hits back that it’s shit that what your writing isn’t
at great that it isn’t coming out the way you wanted it to, and because of
that, it’s going to be shit.
This is what I’m thinking at least, I’m sure there
are lots of writers out there how are happy and know they can do it and have
happy thoughts about just how good they are.
But not me. I’m a pessimist; it’s an unfortunate
fact of life. It’s even worse for the fact that I like this about myself...is
that a bad thing??
Anyway, it’s the problems that I’m facing at this
time. It’s popped into my head, and I tell you!! But hey, that’s what you get
when you read this post, it’s also way I put it as only one.
Anyway, at the moment I can write, and write and
write but it doesn’t mean that I think what I’ve put down is crap. I know it’s
probably not, and at some point I get to a point where I have to pretty much
smack myself down and tell myself it’s absolutely GREAT and that no matter what
I can do won’t make it better.
But that point is like, when I’m getting reading to
let someone else to read it. And even then I know it’s going to come back and
need more work. But I get that. And I know people won’t like it, and even more
so, I know that I’m not going to be a best seller or nothing.
Really, it be great but unlikely, I’d never have
something in me that thinks I could be that great, but I would like it to be
something more, something that people wanted to read. Something that you
couldn’t wait to get the next one of. To care!!!!
I just wish I had the mindset that actually thought
I could really do that.
Weekly Cap: all up I wrote 3475 words
this week. Yeah!!! It’s not as much as I’d have liked to but, then, it never
is. I’m not that great when it comes to this shit. Also its school holidays and
so I’m a little screwed to start with. You have no idea how annoying children
can be when you get to a solid part in writing. It’s always the time when they
wants everything (or maybe it’s that time flows different around me to what it
does in the real world?!)
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“Um...” Imma said
still thinking on it. “Where in the entrance to hell, Ad. The way things work
here, it’s simpler, but it’s still deadly. We are still used by the deeper,
deadlier demons. We can’t ignore them, even more so when we hold blood ties to
them.”
Body of Darkness, book 1, page 31
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