When you come back to your words count goal, it’s easier if you warm up first and then get into the real race.
For me what works the best is coming into my world back again.
My warm up is thinking about my characters as friends I’m looking forward to see. For example, Joyce is to me that kind of girl that you see at school, the one that attends your same class, eat your same lunch sitting at the table next to you, but still you consider coming from another world. You look at her and see that she is the type of girl that doesn’t fit you, what she says, how she acts, it doesn’t fit with your personality. And still, she acts in a way that you find curious to know about just because is something completely different from yours.
By the way, today my warm up looks like this. This morning I planned to sit here at the park and then I looked at my agenda and felt overwhelmed. Still. Shit!
I’m sorry if this post is not perfect, but I think this must follow my stream of consciousness, otherwise it won’t be real and pure for you, neither for me.
But I did already know that going on towards the inciting incident as I have planned to do was just scary and overwhelming for me. Yes, because I planned to start my week 1 by writing from the beginning towards the inciting incident. First draft obviously.
And that’s huge, I know. I don’t know if I’ll accomplish my goal, but at least I will try it, anyway.
But I sat here and look at my agenda and consider what to do first. Pinterest, Instagram, We heart it, 500 words per day, then my blog post and Joyce is still stuck on that plane and I feel she is ready to do the bitch, just let me know how you want to do the bitch, damn girl!
I post like this just because it’s a way to exorcise my fears and to free my mind, to not think in a logical way in the sense we are used to understand. My random thoughts sound logical to me, anyway.
I need to free my mind, free my thoughts, because i’m writing a frist draft, the only place in the world where are no rules, believe me, no rules at all. Once you understand this, it will be easier to write.
So today I felt to warm me up by writing this.
Anyhow, Joyce is still there. She doesn’t look forward to see Kevin. She got a plan.
Little adivce about characters. I found that I feel natural putting what attracts me about a person into several characters, not just one. For example, I found Kevin is completely different from Aiden, but if I see Kevin through Joyce’s eyes, I would describe him just like the boy who squeezes my heart every time I see him. I feel how her heart stumbles when Joyce sees Kevin, it’s exactly how mine does when I see him, even if Kevin and his personality doesn’t fit mine, but hers.
Joyce just can see the bridge of his nose slipping down and then the tip going up to the ceiling. A very slight dash of freeckles that just came out after the end of the summer, as he spent most part of his days under the sun. And then I can see how he ligthly tilt his head in the opposite direction and smile when you said somehting true, but he doesn’t want you to know how mush true is it for him.
Joyce is fascinated by details as much as me. She doesn’t give a damn about what’s just beneath the surface, she doesn’t care for now, as much as me.
And her brain puzzles over the way to talk to him alone, as much as I want do it with my Kevin, but I can’t find the way.
When you write, be truly yourself. Think about a simple situation. For me know is how to talk to someone you have a huge crush for, but you can’t because of the place you are, because of the people around you both. because of their bad talks about you, because of your reputation falling into pieces, because of what other may think, because this boy is still engaged, because of a matter of age, because millions reasons.
What’s yours? Write about something you experienced. If you focus on your days, for how much you consider them all the same, all boring, all painful, you will find something to write about according your own perception of the world, your own experience of some event. And your own experience is gold.
First: before I began writing for real and procrastinanting too much for me to bear this shit long enough, I decided to have a script in mind.