Posts Tagged ‘ Writing ’

NaNoWriMo Day 2

I forgot to blog about the first day of NaNoWriMo, but I did at least do some writing.

 

And I did more today. That’s two out of two which must mean I’m being good and need a reward or something!

 

My story starts off with four main characters and yesterday I managed to introduce two, today the other two. It’s only 4 and a half thousand words in, but it is only the intro for each of them. Today’s writing I found really interesting because one of the characters (Leah) suddenly went down a different path to what I’d planned in my bible and what I’d planned starting the scene.

 

But I like when writing does that. It feels more real that the characters actually develop on their own. It’s why I have the plan of the first section, setting up the four main characters and their situations, how the world works for them, and then a brief outline of the second section, but I’ve nothing planned for the third and final part. Because I don’t know how the characters and plot will evolve to get to that point.

 

I was once writing this short series of stories based on a television show and I had my own character that was just there to fill the places, she wasn’t a Mary-Sue (I hope) and she certainly wasn’t a main character. In one chapter I had her make a comment to an existing, but new, character and had him respond in a way that he, as a character already defined by the show, would and suddenly I saw this new side to her. This was a character that I had created whose back story suddenly slotted into place and who through two sentences had a chemistry with the guy. I never intended on it, never planned on it and then I created a whole fictitious world between them.

 

Which is just what happened with Leah, earlier tonight. She was supposed to just be a single mother of two, struggling but surviving who meets the man of her dreams and later on her awful ex reappears. The ex was just supposed to be awful because of their break up and because of the children involved. He was so un-important that he didn’t even get a name in my planning. But suddenly he appears in her opening scene, and he’s taken on this new creepy level that I never ever intended on and the man of her dreams hasn’t appeared yet!

 

I thought of the four leading ladies, Chloe (the first one) would be the easiest to write for, but I’ve really loved the other three. I’ve only done two paragraphs of Issy, but I’m already enjoying fleshing out her life, and she’s probably the one I least identify with as a person so I’m hoping that I can do her justice.

 

There’s probably no more Nanoing for me today, but hopefully I’ll get another 1600 done tomorrow. Currently I’m on track of “finishing” on November 21st, 9 days early! Woo too!

 

~ Persephone M

Now for a new challenge

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

I have been far too quiet on here bit I’ve just been a bit… Bleurgh. You know what that’s like, right?

Challenges are not really my strong suit, but I need something to get me back out into the world. And back into writing; its been months. Unfortunately, I’m not amazing at sticking at things. From my 365 photo project which didn’t even get a third through to this blog that I haven’t truly posted to in over 2 months. I don’t stick to things. I rapidly lose all motivation.

Take a novella I wrote earlier last year. I finished the first draft, even writing new scenes where needed. And then… It’s still just sitting on my hard drive doing nothing.

But now for something new. I’m going to do Nanowrimo this year. It’s something I’ve often thought about but never even attempted.

Last weekend, my hubby and I randomly started discussing an idea for a story which I then began plotting. Monday came and I’ve ignored it since. From November 1st, no more ignorance, no more lacking of motivation.

I’m gonna do it and I’m going to resume blogging so that people can follow my progress.

6 days people!

~ Persephone M
Nanowrimo – I’m MusePersephone

Been quiet

Hi everyone. I’m really truly sorry that I haven’t posted properly in ages. After a few weeks of not feeling at all like myself I then became far too emerged in writing and other peoples’ lives.

I’m off on holiday now and fingers crossed usual service will resume.

Persephone M x

Outside

I feel very separate from everything else in the world. I always have done and most of the time, I ignore it, but sometimes it gets to me.

For ease, I’m an only child who moved cities at the ages of 8 and 14. At school I was the quiet one, at home I was the misunderstood or non-understood one, and I’m not sure it ever really changed. With my own family I feel like the outsider, the one with nothing in common, the one with nothing to say.

At work, I’m the one on the periphery, the one who’s not fully there. In both I just make up the numbers, walking a different path to all the others, filling to role of odd one out, fish out of water, so unique, it’s just all too different.

Meanwhile, I’m trapped on a roundabout and I can’t get into the right lane to exit, trapped just going round and round. And no one notices. I consider disappearing, not even into a fantasy world where I forget my daily oddness, my daily social inabilities and become consumed with an imaginary person’s life. It comes as no surprise to me that characters of my own creation are misunderstood, crave being alone to not be hurt, or fight to be surrounded for the fear of being alone. It’s also of no surprise when I sit here and consider the futures I create for them they in the end they end up happy. One, named Nicola, is the put upon one in her family, the first born who had to be the adult, never got to be the girl. She ends up finding herself a new family who accept her for who she is.

Another, Mel, hides her past, her name even from everyone, she works a job she hates and hides her social life from her family for fear of their reaction, their inability to understand. I haven’t finalised her future yet, but she finds the perfect person that accepts her, after she runs away and disappears.

I can’t seem to even disappear into their lives, these people I know best. I’m not sure I can even formulate coherent blogs. All I want is sleep.

Sorry for the lack…

I just wanted to type out a quick little blog to apologise for not being too active recently.

I go through periods of not feeling too happy, of being a bit meloncholy. Sometimes I feel like my life’s at a standstill or at a red light whilst everyone else around me is in the fast lane. I get back into the middle lane (I wish it could be the fast, ever changing, unpredictable fast lane), but it takes a while.

At first it was just me being super tired from the surgery, but that was three weeks ago and I’m still feeling off. I’ve decided it’s because I haven’t written in over a month – I get grumpy without my obsessional writing after a while. So I started working on a novella again on Saturday, which led to two nights of insomnia because my brain was constantly in overdrive about these characters and their lives – definitely not stuck at a red light!

The only trouble with getting back into the writing is that then I get too consumed with it and all other internet based things suffer. Until everything snaps back into place and I attempt a balance between the Real World, my fictitious worlds (yes, plural) and the blogging world. Balance never works for long, especially over the summer.

I’ve been doing well with the 365 blog though!

Fingers crossed that I’ll be back to my usual, chipper self soon,
~ Persephone M

Sunday Omnibus: 29th January

It’s been a weird week; this blog already contains the evidence of that. So, I’m going to gloss straight over the beginning of the week.

My week’s been okay. I’ve still been quite lax when it comes to this blog, but I have been pretty much non-stop writing. I read an amazing blog which has inspired me to work on my original writing a lot more and I set myself the goal to spend one day of each weekend working on a novella I’m on the third draft of with the aim to start posting it in February.

Yeah, well, I spent the day writing other stuff! I am going to work on my novella. When I looked at it late last year (I started it on February 14th) I added in a wealth of new scenes and honestly do think that it won’t take much to get it presentable. Perhaps February was a bit too optimistic, but I created this blog to share my creativity.

Which I do do. This blog began as purely poetry with the aims to put the novella and anything else I wrote on here. That was April and in August it evolved into including my photography. There’s still been no crumb of fiction writing. And I need something to keep my brain consumed.

So, that’s what I have planned for the near future, the only issue is if I continue on in my passion for the other writing which I post under a different persona. I am addicted to it. Cannot stop. Not sure how to. I kinda don’t want to, apart from I feel I should work on my novella.

There’s also the fosters who still end up taking up more time than they perhaps should. The three year old is fully settled back in – the temper tantrums, the inability to stay in bed all night long, the desire to always have their own way! The four year old…

Oh, dear, the four year old. What can I say? Perhaps a reaction to staying in respite for a week, but the already badly behaved one is now worse and I honestly didn’t think it could become worse. Every room in the house except for my bedroom and living room has been wet in by the 4 year old. And when questioned as to why they wet themselves the answer is always: Because I did.

This week has escalated into lies about who has wet when there is only one possibility. It has evolved into pooing themselves at school. They even went as far as to rifle through my mother’s belongings and ripped up her diary. Five seconds after being told off and the foster screaming in tears, it’s all laughter again and they don’t care.

The four year old has no love for anything. You can remove any toy or priviledge from her as a consequence, but they don’t care. Within minutes it’s forgotten.

They’ve only been back a week and my mum’s exhausted. I’ve got some property stuff to deal with over the next few weeks and am concerned that I won’t be able to help out as much.

It was the cutest thing today though, randomly I asked the three year old if they’re broken. No, shake of the head. Then, because they have a fascination with punishing their older sibling, I asked if they were a sadist. Nodding of the head. Are you a masochist?

Taking the room by complete surprise the three year old kissed me for no reason until I realised: maso-kissed. So cute.

Despite now having Tivo (yeah, baby!), I best go – Dancing on Ice: Duel Night is on!

Hope everyone else’s week was fun, here’s to another one!

~ Persephone M

Tears and Tantrums

I haven’t posted since Friday! Possibly because I’ve spent the past few days in the middle of a lot of tears and quite a few tantrums.

In fact at this very minute there is one four year foster child screaming from the hallway. I’m going to assume it’s because they want their dinner, well my mum’s cooking it. Or it’s because the eldest only wants to play with the youngest’s toys. Well, they do have their own. Or it’s simply because they want to!

The fosters returned on Saturday from my mum having a week’s respite and things seemed okay. The three year old was, and still is, very quiet and far more cuddly than normal. But before the end of the day they had returned to at least the odd temper tantrum.

Meanwhile, I spent Saturday pretty much crying hysterically. Including at work. In the middle of a corridor with everyone walking past. My few days with no emotions soon altered when the floodgates opened. The entire evening consisted of me crying. And crying.

With an argument inserted with my husband. And then more crying.

Saturday I seemed to be doing fine, until the fosters returned and then it was their tears!

The three year old cried when the older sibling declared that this wasn’t their home. It took reassurement from me, my husband and my mum before the 3 year old calmed.

Then there were the tears over wanting to eat a biscuit in the living room. And all the tears when we took the youngest shopping and they wanted to go home and watch tele. They both seemed to lose all grasp of time with regards to later and the youngest especially seemed as if later meant never.

But then after a few days in respite and asking for my mum, they were probably told later and seven days later that became never to them.

Two days into the normal school/nursery routine and the fosters seem fine. Despite my lack of emotions, after they hit me full whack I seemed to be down and emotional for far longer than normal. I think that’s why I haven’t had the inclination to post anything on here. It should have been easy – post a photo. I even had a photo challenge that I’d wanted to post.

I just couldn’t be bothered.

Friday and Saturday I couldn’t even be bothered to turn on my laptop. Although Sunday I got lots of writing done which rolled over onto yesterday, too. And so I neglected this blog and I won’t even attempt to blame writing, the fosters or social life. Nope, it was simply my hormones making me incredibly lethargic, dejected and downright beaten.

I’m not sure that my hysteria was helped when I had to walk into a room where someone was teaching ovulation to a class, highlighting over and over how long a woman is fertile for and when they’re fertile. Yes, okay, I get it! I don’t need it rubbing in. Or when I turned on the TV to a random One Tree Hill episode where a woman told she’d never have children, reveals she’s pregnant. Or the episode of How I Met Your Mother that was then on the next day where, after trying, a couple gets pregnant. Really don’t need it rubbing in!

I’m perking back up, becoming the normal me, and I’m accompanied by the usual chants in my head of: stay calm this month.

Yeah, okay then.

~ Persephone x