I felt guilty about not posting here even though I knew I wouldn't be a regular blogger. Being in college, I haven't really made the time to write every day. Some of my creative writing teachers have said that they have to write every day or they go crazy and then their wives banish them to their room to write so that they can rejoin society. One teacher talked about times during the day that they write best, how some people write in the morning before anything can get to them and worries start popping up; others say that they can only write at night, when it's their time and they can do whatever they want. I've just sort of written when I feel like it, and let's face it- that's not often.
It's not that I don't like to write, and I really really really really really really really want to more than I do. I love writing, and ever since I decided that it wasn't just going to be a night job, a hidden hobby, I've tried to practice and work and take what I learn in my classes and apply it to my writing. It's gotten better, not even just since I first started (I've come leaps and bounds since then) but within the last year. I'm getting to be proud of my writing (or more of it, at least) and willing to try new things and work harder at it. It's such a process, one that I and probably 99% of all writers wonder whether it's worth it for such little gain. But I love telling stories, I love my characters...
And of course I want to be the next J. K. Rowling. But that's years and years away, if my story is even good enough to be liked by the masses.
And if it's not, that's all right too. I'll have done something with my talents, with what I've worked on for so long. And hopefully I'll get a lot written between graduation and when my first baby comes in July...
Because I take forever to post on here, I can't remember what I last said about my prologue, but in a nutshell I decided the majority of it was horrible, and that I should rewrite it. Completely. I've finally come up with an idea that will work better at portraying the information that I need to present in the prologue, and I'm really excited about it. It took forever, lots of skirting around it and pretending to think about it, before the idea came. Sometimes it just takes a while of sporadic thinking to figure out what to do about something, I suppose.
My husband has also picked up his novel lately as well. He finished one of his favorite sci-fi books ever, and then decided he was going to write. He told me that it was hard because his writing is horrible, especially compared to the book he loves. I tried to remind him that you can't compare the first draft of a novel, the rough and bare ideas pouring from your head, to a published and successful work. I don't know if it worked, or helped him at all, but he wrote for quite a few hours yesterday. That's another thing my teacher said-- some people can't work every single day, some of us are just sporadic writers who sit down and crank out pages and pages and sometimes even chapters at a time. I guess my husband and I are that type of writer. I do want to try writing every day, though, just to see if that doesn't work as well or better than sporadic writing.
I'll probably maybe do a post about publishing next, since that's a class I'm in and we've been told so many great things that make complete sense now but I never would have thought of on my own.
