Raevenly Rambles: First Person POV

One of the things I really want to explore with my writing this year is first person perspective. I’ve read A LOT over the years, and without a doubt, “I/me” makes up the bulk of the stories I come back to again and again. They’re rich, they’re real, and they make a connection I want to revisit, even when I know the plot. (Biggest examples are Anita Blake, Rachel Morgan, and the Keisha’ra–I will re-read the shit out of the books, and probably will til the day I die. It’s like coming home, or catching up with an old friend). There’s just some to them that seems to make a great book.

And I hate writing it.

This is part of what I’m tackling with the “write every day” goal. The more I listen to myself ramble, not necessarily trying to tell a story, or focus on plot, but just putting words down on paper, the more I get a feel my own voice. Me, as if I were the narrator of a first person POV.

The next step is being able to do that with a character. I have NO idea how to make that leap yet. I’ve done some experiments with re-writing Asylum from Naj’s POV in first person, and that’s been …interesting. Maybe not good, but interesting.

So anyone else that already works in first person, how do you do it? Is that just how it comes out? Are you outliners, or pantsers? Do you muddle through first drafts with no clear POV and clean up later? I’m probably going to try all these tactics before I’m done, and hope to find something that works for me before the year is out. Wish me luck!

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365: Week 1

Week 1, over all, have been a success. Day 3 had zero writing in it, but otherwise I’ve written something everyday. Not always stories, or usuable fiction, but just stringing words together  everyday makes it easier to string words together when I actually do work on publishable pieces.

And I don’t feel bad about missing a day. Days with work meetings mean I literally wake up, go to the meeting, work a full shift, then come home and go right to bed. I could have found some time in there, but there are always days that just take all your spoons no matter what. I didn’t let it get me down, and putting words on paper nearly every day is working just as I’d hoped. 🙂

(Most of that writing has been in back and forth emails with my writing buddy, and my laptop has been fussy with the internet, so I have no idea how many words I’ve written, but they’re there, and I’m happy.)

365: Day 2

I didn’t expect set backs to happen quite this early. :/

Day 2 has already been a whirlwind of emotions: guilt, defeat, determination, indifference–almost like I’ve tried to do this too many times before. But recovering from this headspace is what keeps writers going after their billionth rejection letter, so I consider this good practice.

The thing to do on days like this is write for no reason. Find a good prompt generator you like, whether its free write style, or situation suggestions, or those write a story with X, Y, and Z in it. Just keep the words going. You’ll be glad you did.

Today I scraped out 650 words. Yesterday was just under 1800. I like yesterday better because it had some content, but today’s was actually more productive, if that makes any sense. And I found a goal, so, yay!

I started 365 to make myself write every day. Literally every day. I didn’t give it any more parameters than that, no word counts, no conditions. Just write EVERY day. I can do that. Anyone can do that. I even gave myself permission to write “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE” over and over again.

I think I finally have some parameters for this project.

Write, one page, every day. Doesn’t matter how many paragraphs, how much space I take up with breaks, just hitting at least a page every day. Word count is fun to track, hell to keep up with. But a page? I can pull off a page. I can write at least one page of nothing every day. Totally easy.

(The thing is, I’m not proving to myself I can write one page of words every day. I’m proving to myself that I can set goals and actually keep them. I do myself such a disservice, justifying my way out of my goals all the time. Today I had baking to do, tomorrow will an extra long day at work. It’s always easy to find reason why I can’t. It’s harder to find reasons why I can.)

365: Day 1

Alright, the Void is over. Christmas is officially past, “The Holidays” are through, I am out of excuses. I am exhausted. I am hung over, in a spiritual way.

I am motivated to restart.

I have thought a lot about what my voice is, my point, my purpose. I have thought a lot about nothing, and about everything. I have thought a lot about writing.

I want to set goals. Big, soaring, lofty things that can be broken down into smaller, more achievable bitesizes. I want to say things like “This is year I get published. This is the year I get my first rejection letter. This is the year I write my first query letter.”

But I don’t want to put my dreams on the pile. Saying things like that, it’s a death sentence. I don’t want this to be another year I Just tootle away, having fun writing, and never going anywhere with it, because I set Goals(TM) and burn out on my joy.

I want this year to have Joy.

And I want to write. Everyday.

I will not want to write everyday, but I want to write every. day. This year, I will set that small goal, and I will achieve it. I will write. Every. Day.

So this is day 1. Day one sound pretty good. Day two will also sound probably pretty fine. Day 3, my weekend is over. Back to work.

Day 26 I expect to be bad, because I expect to have missed some days by then. So I am stopping day 26 NOW.

I am enlisting the help of several friends, a handful of strangers, and good people of the internet who like helping. Talk to me. Ask me about my writing. Ask me what I’ve written today.

I will queue. I will reblog. I will tweet, post, save drafts and otherwise harass myself into writing everyday.

Because I like the way it feels. I like the way my brain works when its saturated in words. I like the authenticity of my voice when I let it out, let it really happen. Give it room to breathe.

I like being a writer who writes every day.

I don’t like writing every day. I like to be lazy. I like to give myself time off. But I like the pudding of getting shit done better. And–and this is the lie we all forget–there is always time for lazy. I can have lazy, AND be a writer that writes every day, if I just don’t put it off.

I’m getting up at 7, every day. That’s 7 at night for those of you following along at home. I am setting an every day alarm for 7 at night, and I am setting a second one for 8. I am allowed one hour of dicking around, of making coffee and playing on Tumblr and letting my dog out to pee. And then I am writing. Even if it is seven days in a row of

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE

because I know that of that boredom a phoenix arises. I am easily bored. I am a bored human. I cannot write seven days of “I don’t know what to write” without writing SOMETHING else out of sheer desperation.

So I guess that’s what to expect. Every day at 8 or 9 or 10 or so, there will be a page with “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE” scrolled across it in terrifyingly thick bold letters. Or there will be something wonderful, or something awful. Either way, there will be something.

And I will be happier for it.

Raevenly is Writing: Asylum gets a facelift

So, on the one hand, it seems my writing vacation has fallen through, because working retail during the holidays is pretty much the worst thing and there’s no such thing as time off. On the other hand, I’m still determined to work on something, damnit, for the sake of my soul and sanity if nothing else. So I opened up ye olde word document that I’d put aside to work on my NaNo. Asylum, my sweet baby, I have missed you.

Naj is still a hot mess, but he’s an action hero hot mess now, instead of just this sweet little lump that I didn’t know what to do with until about halfway through the novel. He’s still easily confused and just wants to help, but now he actually gets to do things. This scene is a great indicator of the pace and flavor that I was hoping for when I started the streamlining process. Enjoy!

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Back in the saddle

So, just like every year, NaNoWriMo sapped my will to live write. After a much needed break, writing mostly garbage and fluff, I’m ready to dive back in to some serious work. I have a pretty sweet day job lull coming just after Christmas, about two weeks where I won’t have much else to do but focus on writing. So, dear readers, it’s opinion time! Do I work on

  1. Sorting through the NaNo wordpile while it’s fresh in my mind
  2. the Asylum streamline rewrites, now that I have the knowledge I needed from my NaNo project, or
  3.  Go WAY WAY back, and work on Rain’s stories

Raevenly is Writing: Creepy stuff

Sometimes, we find inspiration in the simplest places. Sometimes, that inspiration leads to some truly creepy things.

I took the dog out this morning and heard a steady knocking, someone clearly not having much luck being let inside. I thought at first, “Wow, 8 at night is really late to be beating on someone’s door–” then remembered day light savings and that it was only about 6:30. Still, after dark is after dark, and in times where we lived with the sun…

And then this happened.

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