January 24th, 2011

I used to hate starting over. I would feel like I'm giving up, and dread not finishing yet another drawing, project or story line.
NOW, I just insert a page break and keep the 1.5K words I've pounded out, and re-start. I'll borrow from the first words, stealing lines or phrases. Hell, I may even steal large chunks of paragraphs. All I know is, I now have 20 words, and 1500 chunks from the first attempt at a beginning. And I'm alright with that.
I lost my voice, so I hope you could understand this post. I sound like a squeaky sea lion.

Sarah

January 19th, 2011

Woo, writing everyday, for three days in a row. I'm going to ride this as long as I can, for I've no clue how long my motivation will last.
First, I wrote100 words about a random dog and her litter of puppies, in Kentucky. It's supposed to end up being a sort story sort of thing. I mean, it began for a reason, but I'm terrible at getting what I think out, without a deadline or pressure. Oops. Now I'm about 300 more words into the main project I'm working on. It's dull, terribly terribly dull. Shoot me.

Sarah

January 18th, 2011

Today I planned, plotting ideas and writing them down in my little paper companion.
I'm much less angry, though not really. I've just done a hell of a job repressing it. It will bite me in the arse later.
I wrote today as well, around 400-500 words. I want to write every day, so I'll take it.
Now, I'm going to have a secret love affair with a rainbow coloured lollypop larger than my face, and go to bed.
 Feelings, eaten. Words, written. Thoughts, ignored. = New Mantra?.... naaaha

Sarah

January 15th, 2011

What have I realized? Every prompt I've thought up has been a dystopian sort of black hole. Sure, there is nothing wrong with that and it's a nice change from "hooray! happily ever after," but it's still hard to not over-exaggerate. There is a fine line between how much the world sucks and how harsh a place it can be, and a terrible teen-angst driven exaggeration.
It would probably help if I wasn't in the terrible mindset that I currently inhabit. I've been taking most everything personally, as I'm paranoid and walking on eggshells around most people. You add the assumption that everyone is irritated by me and/or something I've done or said, and it's a terrible land of headcase-y spazz-ness... and made up words.
I've also found that I am almost never in the environment that allows me to spew words like I have been in the past. Tis a shame, but I'll live. I must, life goes on.

Sarah

Also, to kill time I was wandering around blogconfession and had the misfortune of letting stupid posts bring me down. I suggest not doing the same. Especially # 6859.

December 18th, 2010

I haven't been writing, the apathy, drama, and stress have paired with a perpetual head ache. But, that's sort of in my favor. Sure, I feel terrible most of the time, but current happenings have given me more to think about, more material to write about. Plus, I've been putting pieces of story together, that I never would have without this period of feeling like crap. So, I'll take it.

Write Long & Edit,
Sarah

December 11th, 2010

It's quite irritating when I've an idea one moment, and then detest it the next. It seems marvellous, but develops into a heap of un-usable rubbish. A name sparks a flame of an idea, but it's out before a little kid can blow out his birthday cake. Holiday and family stress isn't helping either. The stress is more bombastic than meaningful, or I'd probably write about it.
Oh well.

Sarah