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Showing posts with label The Hunger Games. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Hunger Games. Show all posts

8/18/2012

Six-Sentence-Sunday 8/19




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Hey y'all it's Sunday, and that means time to share another excerpt from The Days Adrift. -->This is what happened last time. Three girls, still out at sea, on the run from the turmoil of war and the crime they committed..and it's getting quite dark. Feel free to comment, criticize, like, not like, whatever you want! By the way, I need your help with a little apostrophe crisis. Her name is Tams. Is it Tams' face, Tams's face or Tams face - or should I just rename her? Not stupid, just German and easily confused! :) 
 
Before you go, don't forget to take a look at the talented Sunday crowd right -->here.



As the season changes from spring to early summer, the sun breaks through skin like a thin coat of ice. There is hardly any shade on deck, and with each passing day, Tams' tattered face reminds me more of a giant cracked egg. 
I can't even look at her without feeling uncomfortable. 
Brita doesn't talk to me anymore. Delicate little Brita, furiously cowering in the corner, like a glaring red lobster. 
I should throw her overboard, or better yet, dump her in a pot of boiling hot water...



7/28/2012

Six-Sentence-Sunday 7/29



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Sunday, Sunday, gonna get down on Sunday...oh wait, that was Friday.. Anyways, last weekend I slacked off, but today I'm back full speed ahead- like that nasty STD you just can't seem to get rid of.. oh well, enough already. My story is called The Days Adrift and -->this is what happened earlier.
This Sunday is the day, you actually get to take a closer look into the boating experience with our girl-fugitives running from their crime towards the open sea. Sail ahoy.


We three share a small space in Brita's boat, a cockleshell too tiny even to lie down all at once. Two of us have to sit upright, close behind one another while the third may catch some Z's in the shade of the sail. Ever since I drew the long straw for the navigational post, Brita has decided to be pissed. I feel her venomous little eyes in the back of my head every time I give directions. 
"I like it better when you sleep and she's awake with me," she hisses, in between my turns and hoists. "Likewise," I say with a snarl, but a sudden boom of waves against the wood drowns out my voice. 


7/14/2012

Six-Sentence-Sunday 15/7


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No matter how good or bad a week may have been so far, it always ends up with a wonderful pick-me-up called the Six Sentence Sunday! Today, because of the stupid solar storm, I have this piercing headache. No, the three glasses of wine I had yesterday had nothing to do with it... of course not. Wine is my friend, Gale is not. How are all your heads today? Better, I hope! Anyways, let's dive back in where we left off. --->That's what went down last week in The Days Adrift. 3 girls 1 boat, and not much room to spare...



Brita is a pretty girl, small and slender, with dark raven hair and a facial expression that wavers between aloof and helpless countless times a day. Boys liked to look after her whenever she strolled along the streets, sometimes they would walk up to her and ask her things. Tams is not nearly as pretty, if the label 'pretty' even applies at all. She has beefy arms and legs, and frizzy hair, faintly reminiscent of dried up briarwood just before the storm. Tams has the dog smarts thing going for her, and a keen nose to sniff out all kinds of opportunities and people. 
Her nose, however, was green enough to let her get involved in murder.


6/29/2012

Six-Sentence-Sunday 7/1


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Hello everyone to a shiny new Sunday, with a shiny new WIP. The good muse hit me last week and I started writing at once, and sort of couldn't stop. I'm still unsure as to I really have it in me to write Young-adult fiction, and that's what this is, but I am having a blast writing these characters, and I guess, in the end that's what is important. So let me present you with the first six sentences of The Days Adrift, Chapter 1 and the story about three girls at sea, on the run from the turmoil of war and crime, in particular one they committed themselves. So, let me hear it!

Check out the ==>Prologue on my Blog for a seamless transition (-really short read, more of a readlet)


Without Tams’s help we would never have made it to shore with this thing. It’s no simple task, carrying a bulky boat above the head, but luckily Tams has the muscle power of two of us, or one ox, as she likes to say. She swore a lot throughout, which made me think that both Brita and I are clearly worth less than half an ox. Tams is the one I am glad to have aboard; I’ve known her much longer than Brita. Brita's father and mine did business once or twice last year, that’s how I know her, but then again, not really. I haven’t seen her in a crisis. 




4/11/2012

The Art of Having Ideas

There is tons of material out there on the art of writing, techniques, how-to guides, such as the beloved Elements of Style to study for emerging talent. We find ourselves amongst countless highly successful contemporary authors, true masters of the pen, capable of crafting narratives structures, with a well thought-out progression and a flawless dramatic curve.

What I noticed as a common thread while trying to catch up to the Greats is, that oftentimes, a well narrated story alone doesn't necessarily suffice to draw you in, or keep your mind occupied after having closed the cover.

It all begins with an idea. A story needs an idea, something fresh and new, a prospect to hold out to the reader, so even the pickiest of audiences won't lose interest halfway through. Ideally, you come up with something unheard of, a new spin on the art of telling stories, or a re-vamped take on a stale stereotype.

As far as I'm concerned, the business of getting ideas is the one I primarily need to understand, before I even start typing. As a writer, you may rethink your plot and polish it, puzzle over the edges and pitfalls, but if you don't have ideas to start with, you're in trouble. Splitting your head on the keyboard is one option. Stealing from the Greats or consulting random idea generators yet another. I'd strongly advise against those, however.

I tried out a good many things, and I found several methods to be quite helpful as to come up with ideas (all by myself):


Con-tem-pla-tion (Contemplation now begins)


Creating an atmosphere of serenity may lead to a mental state of meditation. Music, a candle, a cup of tea, whatever it needs to drown out the noise of self-judgment and open the door to your inner chakra. Ha, I do sound like a crazy guru, don't I? But it really helps!

When your mind finally goes blank, and the resonant circuits close, there will be something else there. Relaxation. Creating an atmosphere helps cleansing you from all those nasty ulterior motives (wanting to please an audience, making money) you may not even be aware of, standing in the way of you and your idea. First, you have to make room for ideas to get in. I am serious!


The Hunger Games


For me, a person who barely keeps motivation levels high enough to get dressed every morning, one way to actually come up with something is some kind of imaginary outside force. I don't have anyone nagging me to write, except myself, and it does get hard sometimes.

So what I do is, I use my imaginative powers to create an imaginary kick in the ass. An editor, telling me to write faster, to finish another page until sundown. I even forced my husband to play the role of the patron of the arts once. But he seriously cracked me up when he told me to "finish this or I will leave you" with a fictitious stern face. The best way to create pressure on a lazy behind is to set a deadline for yourself. You have to take it seriously though. No extensions allowed, otherwise there have to be consequences.

Finishing the story until Christmas was a good start for me, but of course, I didn't finish, and I didn't inflict a punishment for having violated the term either, except eating massive amounts of cookies. Harsh penalty. But I managed to finalize chapters One to Nine before Christmas, including the prologue. So I guess, it helped me a little, after all.


Story-Gluttonous Columbo


I try to experience as many stories as I can, in books, movies, video games, everywhere, whenever I have the time. A welcome side effect of gulping them down like candy is me, increasingly understanding stories. Certain patterns get more and more apparent to my reader's eye, which eventually translates to my writer's eye. Kudos to Teresa, for coming up with the vivid concept - a really good idea!

Oftentimes, I can predict how a story will end, by correctly identifying the intentions of the author. This can get really annoying, especially when, at an early stage, the punch line is predictable and uninspired. The nagging feeling of Oh no, I think I know where this is going, can be quite frustrating. The more I absorb, the more difficult it gets to satisfy my standards. More often than not, stories leave me hanging.

I've realized though, that extrapolating my expectations for a story can get my own creative juices flowing. I get ideas when I see other people having ideas or, more importantly, lacking ideas. It does sound snobbish and cruel, but like in any other area, humans are problem-solving maniacs.

Sometimes I try to solve other people's story problems, and it helps me get started for my own projects. It's how they do it over there, at the Google company! Review as much as you can and you'll broaden your area of expertise story-wise for sure.


Sensory Shower


Let's get physical! Being overwhelmed by a physical sensation, my mind wanders off quite naturally. A shower can do that, and thus far, I had some good ideas while scrubbing my feet with a firm brush. I think the seclusion in the cubicle further helps summoning the effect.

But also, doing the dishes somehow makes me quite receptive. I can't say why, except that it's a completely unconscious activity I do with my hands, and it doesn't seem to waste any brain-space. I never get any ideas when I am concentrating on something work-related. Maybe it's the multitasking myth, that makes us hope we have ideas around the clock, no matter what we do. In my experience, it needs a little effort and free brain storage units.



Whatever we do to generate ideas, it's important to realize, they are not perfect creations when we first give birth to them. The difficulty is noticing them. They may seem too obvious (which we shouldn't be afraid of), not clever or innovative enough, maybe they are just a mere hunch, which we sense could be something worthwhile. What really helps to process those hunches, is to allow them to enter and let them sit there a little in our minds, and if there is something to them, they will flourish and find us in turn, quite naturally.