A Way In Versus A Way Out

Day two of campnano

I’ve plunged back into a YA story for a complete rewrite. There’s distance between the world on the page and myself. So much distance that I’ve no trouble cutting and slicing through it. Unfortunately it didn’t take long for the HOORAY FOR REWRITING-Bubble to burst. Rewriting this story is going to be hard work, it’s going to take more than 30 hours to fix/recreate it into something else. And by something else I mean a far better story. But I’m going to take it one hour at the time and remind myself that small steps can lead to great change.

When driving to work today I realized I’ve changed too. When I was a kid, I wrote to escape. Not only from my not so easy childhood into my imagination, but I also already felt that WRITER could be a job and if it would make me famous and rich I could get away form my circumstances.

As a teenager I wrote partly for the same reasons, but also to handle all the things I was feeling and thinking. But honestly I still had dreams of MAKING it BIG. When I was a famous and rich writer everything would be better.

Now I know it doesn’t work like that.  I no longer write for a way out. My life is exactly where it needs to be at this point in time, and that’s okay. I write because it’s fun and it’s as close to magic as I can get. I can magically turn old and new feelings into a world on a page.

Of course I would like to be published and reward myself with a Henry.

Of course I sometimes worry if it’s a waste of time.

Of course I worry if my writing is any good.

But I also don’t care.

I write because it’s a way inside.

 

 

 

 

 

Atlantis

WP_20170805_15_47_45_Pro (2).jpgBonjour from Bretagne!

A short post to inform you that I’ve found the stairway to Atlantis (picture above). The entrance fee is a seagull feather, your first memory of the sea and a starfish, in case you ever found yourself knocking on the doors of this underwater world. A small price to pay, trust me.

 

 

 

Magic is Real (or: I like wine)

Big Fish, Prince of Mist, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, The Shadow of the Wind are amongst my all time favorite reads.

The feel of the extraordinary captured within the frames of reality (or sometimes just outside its boundaries) is what I often try to achieve in my writing.

When brainstorming these stories or wondering about one of its characters  I’m in a particular mood. A mood wherein magic is more real, more tangible. If I was to describe this mood (and obviously I’m going to because I would be a pretty lousy writer if I didn’t try)

I would describe this like:

Having two glasses of wine on an empty stomach,  being happy on a superficial level and wondering what would happen if #insert-idea-that-could-be-real-if-a-little-magic-sipped-through-from-another-dimension

(what if: you could sell your dreams but the cost is nightmares/ your father is the sea/you can control insects/there’s a ghost living in the garden shed/the statue on the town square cries every evening at eleven).

 

Maybe I drink too much (wine: preferably temperanillo/rioja or a really cold  pinot grigio when the sun is shining).

🙂

Magic Hour

Morning! A short post (because I’m at work and I should be doing other things…).

At first I was going to name this post “Golden Hour”. The term used in photography for the light just after sunrise or before sunset. In this short period of time the low sun creates shadows that seem softer and the yellow and orange blend into a perfect golden colour. Good for picture taking!

But then I changed my mind.

Because I don’t want to talk about photography specifically, I want to say something about finding your creative moment. All creative endeavours need a special mind-set. Some people can turn it on and off as they wish (also known as PEOPLE  WHO NEED TO LEARN ME THIS TRICK).

Others, like myself, have to show up, do the work and hope for the best. Sometimes that best is horrible (No, I’m not exaggerating, you should read some of the things I wrote). But sometimes magic happens. Shiny, sparkling words make their way to the paper.  I think this is when people start talking about their muse, when creativity takes over your conscience brain.

Not all the words that are written during this magic hour are good.

(All That Glitters is not gold. – Shakespeare)

But sometimes they are.

(All That is Gold Does Not Glitter- Tolkien)

Yes I really wanted to use both sentences because I like that when you switch a couple of words the meaning will be the exact opposite. And yes, it probably doesn’t make sense in this context, but I don’t care.

So even though I have to show up, do the work and hope for the magic to follow, I still think I fare better at a specific time. Early in the morning is my favourite writing time, but those hours are sparse so I usually settle for second best : the hours between eight and ten in the evening.

I’m curious what your Magic hour is and how you found it. Let me know 🙂