The Fictionarium

Well, this is kind of exciting.

I have just completed one of my writing projects! Take that, Seven Deadly Sundays!

Now I need a new notebook so I can start the next poetry project. I am thinking of resurrecting “Music Boxes for Bitches,” which was the title I gave to my last poetry project, which sadly remains incomplete. I think I want to start over from scratch for it, but I am NOT starting this project for some time, because I don’t have the time for it, yet.

Nope, instead, I need to type up and pretty up the stuff I’ve got so I can send it out into various rejectionariums of the world. Yeah!

This is awesome news for the graphic novel project as well, because it is now #1 on the project list. Yay! The sense of accomplishment is a great motivator. Success begets success!

Oh boy, another exciting Saturday night of paying bills and staying home because it’s the smart alternative to going out, drinking it up, and feeling like crap in the morning.

I finished reading the first novel of the new year, and was sadly not impressed with it. I read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and while I really wanted to enjoy it, instead found myself mired in disappointment. It started off great, I thought, but quickly deteriorated into a bore-fest that I found I was pushing myself to trudge through. The only saving graces were the few and far between humorous passages, and even most of those were only mildly chuckle-worthy at best.

I really was looking forward to reading this book, as I thought it to be a brilliant idea, but as you can see by clicking on the amazon.com link above, it’s little more than a gimmick to sell more books. So what I once believed to be a great idea, still sort of is brilliant, but not in the manner I once surmised. Instead of this being a fun twist on old novels, it’s a clever marketing scheme, and one by which I was sadly duped. Oh well, live and learn, and hey, maybe the movie will be fun, whenever it hits the theaters.

As for my writing this week, I wrote a couple of poems so far. Tomorrow’s big goal is to finish my poetry notebook out. 5 pages left to fill! Yeah! Also on the agenda is to maybe get a library card to the new neighborhood’s library branch, and queue up some more novels to read.

And who can forget the graphic novel project? I certainly try to keep it in my thoughts every day. I am hoping to flesh out a bit more throughout the next seven days, as I have promised to provide the artist with some content by next Saturday’s Creativa meeting.

“Vertical Horizons” is one of the chapter titles to one of my current writing projects. I have been itching to get cracking on writing, but I am finding it difficult to concentrate from home.

So, I need a place to go to write. I tried the local library, with limited success. I might try some nearby branches, or maybe venture across the river, and see if I can find a branch in Hamilton County that exacerbates my muse, lights a fire under her, and gets me high off her smoldering fumes and increases my productivity.

Ugh. That last sentence was a mess, and makes me sound like a drug-addict, which could not be further from the truth.

But this is fiction we’re talking about here.

Catching up from last week, I finished reading FreakAngels all the way up to episode 84, which was this Friday’s episode. I am loving the story thus far, though it is kind of obnoxious to be all caught up like this, but it’s always nice to have something to look forward to each week. That’s the kind of thing that can get a gal through the week in the dead of winter. It’s the little things that really make the difference.

I went out for a bit on Saturday night and caught a glimpse of my muse in the light of the full moon. It was merely dinner at a very crappy Chinese buffet here in Northern Kentucky. But it ended up being much more than that, because while I was sitting there, chewing my overpriced buffet offerings, I got hit with a spark of interest, which ignited in the whole writing process, and again reminded me how important it is to write every day.

And so I read a bunch today, aiming for 100 pages in the novel I am reading. Funny how it works, the more you read, the better the writing goes. Must be a connection in the mind between the creative receptors and the ability to create, like a trigger.

Then I made a plan for the week. I cooked up enough for the next three days lunches, and plan to go to the park each day, and walk around a bit, weather permitting, and write when the ideas strike me. If I am going to be stuck in an office all day, I will be damned if I don’t find a way to take part of the day and make it my own.

So we’ll see how that goes.