Knowing what to write is the most refreshing feeling there is. I suspect most writers find some bits of their story easier - more natural - to write than other bits. Of course it has to be that way. You can't be equally interested in every part of your story. You want to send a message or give the readers a certain experience, a feeling. You had at least some specifics you really wanted to write about when you started, and you want to get to those specifics. But for all that to take effect you must build towards it - make an uphill battle - make it rewarding.
Describing characters, places or concepts does not always come naturally. But it's the best feeling there is when it does. It's like riding a jet-powered steam engine, crushing walls like porcelain with nothing in the physical world to stop you when it does. Oh how the text flows right now. I must get back to writing.
tisdag 15 oktober 2013
måndag 14 oktober 2013
Productivity
If there is something I am thankful for, it's that I haven't been
trying to find reasons not to write. Neither have I found any reason to
write on this blog rather than in my book. I am surprised actually. I
have not lost interest in my story in the slightest. Maybe it's because
I'm on to something good, or I'm just as bad at updating blogs as
anyone. I don't know.
As of writing, my story contains a total of 1490 something words. These make out two and a half chapters, and all in all 68 pages. The size of the page is rather small (130 mm, 198 mm), and in the grand scheme of things it's not a lot. But for me, it's huge. 68 pages? That's like more than a quarter towards the end! I have a naive feeling that if I can get 68 pages done, I can get 136 pages done. And if I can get 136 pages done, I can get 272 pages done. I know it's never going to be that easy, but I'm still proud and hopeful.
This was just a small post about productivity. And I'm feeling very productive.
As of writing, my story contains a total of 1490 something words. These make out two and a half chapters, and all in all 68 pages. The size of the page is rather small (130 mm, 198 mm), and in the grand scheme of things it's not a lot. But for me, it's huge. 68 pages? That's like more than a quarter towards the end! I have a naive feeling that if I can get 68 pages done, I can get 136 pages done. And if I can get 136 pages done, I can get 272 pages done. I know it's never going to be that easy, but I'm still proud and hopeful.
This was just a small post about productivity. And I'm feeling very productive.
söndag 6 oktober 2013
Shimmers
The project name of my story is Shimmers, which is what I will henceforth be referring it to as. It is called so for many reasons, most of which I can't tell anyone about, at the risk of spoiling the fun of telling it through the story. It's not something concrete or tanglible, but the general theme of the story that made Shimmers such a good choice of a project name (if I may say so myself).
Shimmers is about a self-loathing thief and swindler that has circled so far down the self-loathing-drain that he can do nothing but humor himself over everything he thinks and feels. He has lied to and leeched on too many people to even count. He has betrayed his friends to oblivion and back. He has abandoned his faith and thrown his humanity out the window.
Having on several occasions tried to leave his deceitful nature behind and settle for an ordinary life, but coming to face with the fact that no one will even look him in the face as they learn the truth, he has come to believe that there is no salvation for someone such as himself. Striding forward with nothing but his instinct for survival and sense of humor, he still continued on, year after year. One day, however, looking himself in the mirror and asking 'What am I even doing this for?' he decided to grant himself one last selfish wish - a peaceful funeral.
Edwin, as this thieving bastard is called, sets out to find the green fields of grass he has seen in his dreams, naive as it may seem. There is only one thing stopping him. The world he lives in is drenched not in water, but in aridness, and has seen nothing but dry plains and deserts for centuries.
Yes, Shimmers is set in a contemporary post-apocalyptic fantasy world consisting mostly of desert. The countries of the old world had just about reached a state close to what could be considered as world peace when mankind realized that the planet they lived on was running on fumes. A few centuries later, mankind is clinging to its life, scattered across the desert around what little clean water there is left. Connecting the various water sources, or towns, are solar-powered autonomous trains running on fixed schedules. The largest city of all, the original oasis, is called Oasis, simply. Like Rome, all roads lead to it, and also from it. It is the central hub for transport and politics as well as a social metropolis. There is also Eden [name is subject to change] - an enormous oxygen production facility. It is the worlds largest plantation, consisting of no less than [an enormous and surely impressive number] plants and trees, spanning a total of [an enormous and surely impressive number] acres. It is shielded away from the outside world and holds what the facility calls an ultimate defense and a zero-tolerance for unauthorized entrance. And then there are a large number of smaller towns and cities with varying cultures and languages (although English has been declared as the official world language, there are still people who practice older language out of pure interest and tradition).
Well, that is basically, in broad strokes, the world Shimmers is set in.
What genre does it belong to? But of course it is my favorite ones! Adventure, romance, drama and a bit of comedy.
I still don't know if I will be able to pull it off. I have realized how much I have understimated the art of writing in general. Going from considering myself a rather talented scribe and qutie proficient in english, to feeling as if everything I write is pure crap and that I am making absolutely no sense as I write in english is a humbling experience. But I am confident in my idea. Even more so now that I have written my first post about it. To be honest, I made some things up as I wrote it. But that is what this blog is going to be about - writing about what I'm writing about and discussing new ideas.
Shimmers is about a self-loathing thief and swindler that has circled so far down the self-loathing-drain that he can do nothing but humor himself over everything he thinks and feels. He has lied to and leeched on too many people to even count. He has betrayed his friends to oblivion and back. He has abandoned his faith and thrown his humanity out the window.
Having on several occasions tried to leave his deceitful nature behind and settle for an ordinary life, but coming to face with the fact that no one will even look him in the face as they learn the truth, he has come to believe that there is no salvation for someone such as himself. Striding forward with nothing but his instinct for survival and sense of humor, he still continued on, year after year. One day, however, looking himself in the mirror and asking 'What am I even doing this for?' he decided to grant himself one last selfish wish - a peaceful funeral.
Edwin, as this thieving bastard is called, sets out to find the green fields of grass he has seen in his dreams, naive as it may seem. There is only one thing stopping him. The world he lives in is drenched not in water, but in aridness, and has seen nothing but dry plains and deserts for centuries.
Yes, Shimmers is set in a contemporary post-apocalyptic fantasy world consisting mostly of desert. The countries of the old world had just about reached a state close to what could be considered as world peace when mankind realized that the planet they lived on was running on fumes. A few centuries later, mankind is clinging to its life, scattered across the desert around what little clean water there is left. Connecting the various water sources, or towns, are solar-powered autonomous trains running on fixed schedules. The largest city of all, the original oasis, is called Oasis, simply. Like Rome, all roads lead to it, and also from it. It is the central hub for transport and politics as well as a social metropolis. There is also Eden [name is subject to change] - an enormous oxygen production facility. It is the worlds largest plantation, consisting of no less than [an enormous and surely impressive number] plants and trees, spanning a total of [an enormous and surely impressive number] acres. It is shielded away from the outside world and holds what the facility calls an ultimate defense and a zero-tolerance for unauthorized entrance. And then there are a large number of smaller towns and cities with varying cultures and languages (although English has been declared as the official world language, there are still people who practice older language out of pure interest and tradition).
Well, that is basically, in broad strokes, the world Shimmers is set in.
What genre does it belong to? But of course it is my favorite ones! Adventure, romance, drama and a bit of comedy.
I still don't know if I will be able to pull it off. I have realized how much I have understimated the art of writing in general. Going from considering myself a rather talented scribe and qutie proficient in english, to feeling as if everything I write is pure crap and that I am making absolutely no sense as I write in english is a humbling experience. But I am confident in my idea. Even more so now that I have written my first post about it. To be honest, I made some things up as I wrote it. But that is what this blog is going to be about - writing about what I'm writing about and discussing new ideas.
Why hello there.
This blog was created with the sole purpose of writing about, well, writing. I have decided to pick it up as a hobby, and my first project will be a light novel. If things go smoothly - which is less than likely - it might even become just a novel.
I started writing the story about a year ago. I felt an immense connection to the characters and the development I had planned for them, and I was sure it was going to be the best thing I had ever read - and it probably would have been.
The thing that ruined it all was my naïve love for what I was writing. The only thing worse than facing your own naivety when you though you had everything figured it out, is when it actually ruins something. Floating among the clouds I was so engulfed in the world of my story that I just could not NOT spoil everything for my friends before anyone had read anything.
Don't get me wrong; I write not to satiate my own ego, but my hunger for new experiences. If I didn't, I don't think I would have ever created anything. It is like that with anything I create. My reason for creating anything has always been that there is something I really want to hear, see, feel or/and experience, that haven't been made by anyone else. Is there is a certain kind of melody I want to hear, I'll look for it. If I don't find it, I write it myself. If there is a certain kind of story I want to read, but I can't find it. I write it mysel. I would have absolutely no reason to be creative if everything I wanted to experience came seved on a silver platter. But alas, that is not the case. So, Fuck it then. I'll just have to make it myself. I often think.
Still, there is a certain rush to realizing you can create anything from nothing. Nothing but your mind - your imagination. I don't think that experience could ever be served on a plate made of silver. It still sends shivers down my spine, that.
Anyway. What happened was I spoiled everything for my friends and the magic disappeared blah blah, and so on.
This time I won't be such a poor fish as to spoil the ending before anyone has even read the prologue. I will just have to go with my guts and trust that the ending this time around is exactly what it needs to be.
That is all I wanted to say for this post. I will go write my next post, which will be about the actual story I'm writing.
I started writing the story about a year ago. I felt an immense connection to the characters and the development I had planned for them, and I was sure it was going to be the best thing I had ever read - and it probably would have been.
The thing that ruined it all was my naïve love for what I was writing. The only thing worse than facing your own naivety when you though you had everything figured it out, is when it actually ruins something. Floating among the clouds I was so engulfed in the world of my story that I just could not NOT spoil everything for my friends before anyone had read anything.
Don't get me wrong; I write not to satiate my own ego, but my hunger for new experiences. If I didn't, I don't think I would have ever created anything. It is like that with anything I create. My reason for creating anything has always been that there is something I really want to hear, see, feel or/and experience, that haven't been made by anyone else. Is there is a certain kind of melody I want to hear, I'll look for it. If I don't find it, I write it myself. If there is a certain kind of story I want to read, but I can't find it. I write it mysel. I would have absolutely no reason to be creative if everything I wanted to experience came seved on a silver platter. But alas, that is not the case. So, Fuck it then. I'll just have to make it myself. I often think.
Still, there is a certain rush to realizing you can create anything from nothing. Nothing but your mind - your imagination. I don't think that experience could ever be served on a plate made of silver. It still sends shivers down my spine, that.
Anyway. What happened was I spoiled everything for my friends and the magic disappeared blah blah, and so on.
This time I won't be such a poor fish as to spoil the ending before anyone has even read the prologue. I will just have to go with my guts and trust that the ending this time around is exactly what it needs to be.
That is all I wanted to say for this post. I will go write my next post, which will be about the actual story I'm writing.
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