Archive | September, 2011

Words of Wisdom

29 Sep

I thought I’d give this to all you, my writers-aspiring-to-be-published.




Keep Calm and Write Something

9 Sep

Words to live by.


8 Sep


I was curious: Who will be making the scramble for NaNoWriMo this year? I try every year, but something happens and I’m unable to finish. In 2009 it was Job Loss, and in 2010 it was a trip home for Thanksgiving. But this year, I’m prepared! I have a story in mind and absolutely no foreseeable plans during that month.

Knock on wood.

ProjInfinite will not be done by that time, so I plan on setting Quincy’s adventures aside for that month to bust out a novella of around 50k words. Interestingly enough, my boss has also expressed her interest in wroodling away the November month, so we’re going to attempt a writing pow-wow of sorts. Regardless on if it will work, I’m hoping NaNoWriMo will be the kick in the bum I need to actually hop back into a writing schedule.

I’ll be posting up an unedited version of my NaNoWroodle on the blog when I’m finished some time in December. I’m excited for this year. I feel good about it!

Personal Update: moving!

7 Sep

I’m moving!

No, not the blog. You will always be able to find me here. But I’m moving to a new place this week. No, I’m not using it as an excuse for not updating my little connection to the outside world; rather, I have a fun story attached to this move, and I’d like to share it.

We’ve lived in our current house for a little over two years now. Renting — it’s the only way to go in San Francisco, especially in my industry. Artists don’t usually stick around a company for too long, at least in my field. Now, the house we rent is one of those pretty-on-the-outside sort of places. So when it came time for our landlady to sell the poor thing, we shrugged it off and decided it was time to move on, anyway.

Unfortunately, the date we were given to be out of the place sent us into a mini-panic.

After a fruitless hunt for other houses, and a pointless search for affordable apartments, we settled on a complex we knew and liked.

Not loved, but liked.

It was never my intention to return to this community after we left it, but circumstances led us there.

The two and a half years spent at the complex in question bristled with a mix of memories, some horrible and some amusing. I’m a firm believer that emotions are charged with energy, and that one must be careful with what kind of energy they leak into the world; I was worried that the emotions from our previous experience would come back to plague us should we return.

So imagine my dread when I discovered the apartment they would be showing us was the very one we once resided in.

That’s right.

They showed us our own apartment.

Talk about surreal! We stepped into the place and, despite the new carpets, paint, and overall lack of our old roommates’ items, it was as if we hadn’t ever left. We gravitated toward our old rooms, the memories of our time there tangling through our insides and dragging us  into the empty places we once crammed our junk in. I worried I’d be met with the ghosts of my frustrations I left behind when I moved from the apartment years ago, but no attack came.

In fact, I felt a trickle of excitement go through me. This is my chance to right my experiences there, to make a nest of good feelings and to one day part with the apartment again on good terms. I discussed with my roommates–one having lived there with me before, the other having been a frequent guest at that time–and we decided it was best to move back in. (That, and the only other apartment available is usually bombarded with pigeons from what I can remember, and we weren’t too fond of the idea. Pigeon singing is worse than my own, and just as annoying.)

So, yeah. We’re moving in to the same exact apartment we lived in during college. My coworkers see this as moving backwards, but I see it as a step forward in my story. That, and it’s a funny story to tell people!

Wroodles, Scrivener, and the Macbook Air.

2 Sep

Hey fellow Writers!

First off, another apology. My main machine is busted and I had to wait for my secondary machine to ship. On top of that, I had guests over, discovered we will have to move places some time this month, and I simply have not been keeping up with my wroodles.

Wroodles? What, you don’t know this awesome term that I just now came up with? Wroodles is to Writing as Doodles is to Drawing. Spread the word! Tell your friends!

So, an update on how Project Infinite is going.

It hasn’t.

Some of you know that I decided to rework the manuscript, because the direction I was going was wrong. Sometimes writing by the seat of your pants is like finding your way through a maze. When you hit a block, you need to backtrack to find where you went wrong, and I went back quite a ways.

Don’t start your novel over. Just finish it and figure out what you’d like to fix, then go back and rewrite what you must. Do as I say, not as I do!

That being said, I’ve broken other rules…

Like the Bubble rule. Only opposite. I found that I simply cannot write at my house.I just… can’t. I can write at work, I can write in a cafe, I can write anywhere but at home. One reason is my house is full of distractions, like Netflix and the internet; the other is that I’m just so darn popular with my roommates that they must talk to me whenever they feel the urge.

Aside from my failure to continue on the Writer’s Path this summer, I have taken the steps I feel are necessary to improve my writing. I’ve been wroodling with friends, restructuring ProjInfinite, and did I mention I bought a secondary machine? That’s right, I broke down and dropped dollars on the Macbook Air.

The Macbook Air has so far proven to be a faithful, hassle-free companion to this writer. I’m a PC user by default–my main machine is Windows 7, and is a beautiful piece of equipment. But I use a Mac at work, and when my PC broke, I relied on the Macbook Pro to get by. I enjoyed the distraction-free OS and decided a Macbook Air would be a lovely secondary machine. I’ve been saving for a secondary machine for a few months at this point, something ultraportable with a full size keyboard, and the Macbook Air fit in perfectly with my requirements.

I also purchased Scrivener. Scrivener is, quite possibly, the only word processor I will ever use again. It’s easy to use–it took me less than an hour to setup a novel, import my writing, and assign a few necessary shortcuts the program seemed to be lacking. You have the ability to outline your document before you write it, using either the outline view or the–get this–CORKBOARD view. That’s right, you can assemble your very own digital corkboard, complete with chapter headings and notes. You can store your research in a binder (a menu on the left-hand side of the screen) that won’t be part of your manuscript, keep old drafts in their own folder, break down the document into scenes, and when you’re finished… you can compile the document into an editor-friendly document with little to no flibbity-flam on your part.

Scrivener was made for me.

With Scrivener and my little Air, I’ll be unstoppable. Once I finally move. And… settle into my new place. Sometime this month. I hope.