Aint Nothing To It…

What a writing weekend. It’s been so amazing. School is finished (doing celebration dance as I type) and I was able to really focus on my short story writing. It didn’t come easily after so many weeks of not writing. I struggled with my words and sentence structures. My characters have such a great story to tell, but it was locked in my brain unwilling to come out as eloquently as they desired. (Any hear the quote about writing being a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia?  I’m starting to understand that!)  After many typed and deleted sentences, I finally decided that the best thing to do is write it down. Whatever it was, get it onto the proverbial paper and call it a rough rough draft. So that’s what I did. And (another victory dance) I have finished my first rough draft of my novella.

What a great personal accomplish.  What a great experience.  It has taught me a great lesson about the craft.  It’s an easy one.  As Aj say, “There ain’t nothing to it but to do it.”  While I was wrapping up school, I made a ton of excuses as to why I couldn’t write.  I needed to work on school (valid as it was), I only had a few minutes I should use to relax.  As the weeks past by, my hesitation to write was less based in excuses and more founded in fears.  What if I forgot my characters?  What if they wouldn’t tell their story any longer?  I had spent so much time getting to know them in the first place, and the less time that I spent with them, the harder it was to come back to them.

But when I finally did sit down to write again, I found the story was still there. There perfect words were not.  They are still trapped inside a vault in the back of the my mind waiting to be rediscovered, but my characters could still tell their story, and quite well, I just let them.

Like any craft, writing takes continual practice.  Without it, my writing muscle in the brain atrophied and my vocabulary was elementary, my descriptions weak and cliche.  I didn’t like much of what I wrote.  But I still like the story.  I found it in my slab of marble, my sculpture to be discovered.  It has taken a rough shape with blunt tools.  Now, I will let it rest as I practice the finer skills of writing to return to it later.  Add the detail it deserves and polish for others to enjoy.

I can’t wait!

Published in: on 05.30.2011 at 5:27 pm  Comments (6)  

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  1. That’s excellent news, a big congrats! I know that’s a tremendous feeling, to type those last few sentences at the end. Can’t wait to read it.


    • Thanks! The funny thing about it is that the last few sentences of the story were about 2200 words before I called it quits. I read the last sentence and realized I left out so much, so I typed it at the end to be placed when I return to it to edit! This writing stuff is great!

  2. Haha! I’ve never heard the quote about writing being a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia, but I totally agree. I communicate with my characters and I love living in their world. Sometimes my family has to drag me away from my computer kicking and screaming.

    Congrats on finishing your first draft. 🙂

    • Thanks! It’s such a great feelings. I can’t wait to share it with you all!

  3. Yay LoraJo, you’re awesome! Congrats! Great job!

    • Thanks, AJ! I couldn’t have done it without all of your encouraging words and reminders to stop playing FB games. You’re my inspiration and determination!

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