Go on, even if you feel more as a carpenter than as a writer.
Sometimes I wonder if there’s someone out there with my same passion for writing experiencing my same doubts and woes.
If so, I’m writing this for you and for me, too.
During these days I got just a very little time to spend with my writing and non-writing stuffs (Socials, blog posts, quotes to pin).
It’s a sort of training getting in and out of your word with the easy capability to still keep up with the trail, where you left your story to be completed.
It’s an ability to train, I think.
As I got just a few time to focus on what I love, I found myself writing more as a carpenter hammering around than as a writer writing delicate and sensitive things.
That’s a fact.
Last week I felt butterflies in my heart and words streamed out easy from my brain through my fingers.
This week, I’m kind of hammering the keyboard lol.
Everyone advices you to keep on writing even if you don’t feel to, but I’ve never followed their advice, because I already know that the quality would be pretty bad and I would got frustrated.
Instead, this time I think I should follow this path, we should go on writing instead of stopping us.
As this is a first draft, be conscious that what matter is quantity, not quality. We must accomplish the final goal: have the story get done.
As usual, to start the engine working, I start writing randomly, maybe getting some inspiration from what happened during the week.
Here is an example of my random writing:
Sorry for my grammar, but Englsh is not my first language. (Besides, don’t worry about grammar when writing your first draft).
His back in front of her, she can’t peer how he looks now. And she even doesn’t care.
She feels the urge to slipping behind him, feeling his muscle tensed under her palms and smile. She needs to smile at least.
And he was the only person she was glad to see after a long time.
“Just guess” she grins behind him.
Aiden’s muscles tensed as she imagined. He yanks her hands down and turns.
His face gets serious. She never saw him so serious. Mocking, but never that way, his eyes focused into hers, his temper was almost annoyed by her presence. He still takes hold of her wrists.
“Stop doing the kid”.
Her hands on him got him frustrated.
Joyce stops smiling, regretting to let go of herself. Her face turns steely. her eyebrow rises up in one second, her fury ready to explode.
She yanks her arm back from his grip and that’s the push for him to yank her back when he slams his lips on hers.
What she deserves the way she deserves it. It was his way, the only one he knows because he has never known how to way differently.Random scene 1
Last week one of my colleagues at work brought some cakes and sweets to celebrate his birthday.
Another girl and I went to kiss and hug him to thank for his kindness. And as he was sitting at his desk, alone, we took him by surprise. I know two girls all at once is like he won at the lottery lol, for that he froze as he did not believe at his eyes!
He did not reply or say anything because I know he got a great poker face btw, but as I feel to put a lot of him into my second protagonist Aiden, I know the reaction I wrote above fits perfectly both Aiden and him.
What’s your way to find inspiration for writing your scenes? Let me know in the comments!