Sunday, September 27, 2009

The First Day

A small white flower had made its way through the soil, poking up on the road with the weeds. Its neck was broken, yet it still tried to stand tall among the passersby. A few people stepped on it before Octras noticed it. He'd never seen a flower growing in Crescent before. How sad it looked; he wanted to help it somehow, but he knew there was not a way, so he stepped around it and continued down the street.

Today I cranked out a scene even though I spent the entire morning puking my guts out. It always feels so good to write. Even on the days where I don't feel like doing it, I'm happy when I write. I tend to get really involved in what I'm putting on paper (I almost always write longhand before putting anything on the computer) and sometimes that means some measure of pain or headaches or sleepiness. Yesterday I was writing out a drowsy morning, and it made me so tired, and a few days before that I had a sharp pain in my elbow after writing about someone getting a nail in their arm. Some people will probably tell me that this is strange, but I've always felt that it made my work better, somehow. If I'm experiencing what my main character is, then I can more accurately portray what it is really like for him. (At least, with my current project it's a him...)

On a side note, I've been playing Fish Tycoon every time I get on the computer to do something. It's a slow-moving game, so I can just work on other stuff while I'm waiting for my fishies to grow up, and such. You may not like it, but I think it's awesome.


1 comment:

  1. Ooh, I like your snippet. And I'm glad you wrote a bunch today. That's really good. :) Don't feel weird about the sharing feelings with your characters thing. I think it's definitely a good thing to have.