Sunday, February 15, 2009

Let's see! What is she complaining about now?

There are somethings that you don't do for a long time then come back and do. Some leave you thinking, 'Why did I ever stop?' For me that would be reading. I might do that for writing if I forget that I wasn't doing it on purpose. I haven't been-- I was going to say 'working on' but I have been-- writing, just thinking and planning. I like it. Oh yeah, that's kind of obvious. NaNo WrioMo was good but it is something you mess up once and then you are prepared. Two weeks before it started I decided that I needed to work more on my main story and all of the others. So I came up with a new one. Then three days before, I changed it--a lot. That resulted in a blind writer stumbling around her study, getting a lot of paper cuts. I did win, though. Just not to my satisfaction. I'm pretty sure I'll do it this year (they have competitions like it in April and July. There are many different contests too.) I might aim for 20,000 with school or 35-50,000 without. It is a very good exercise to rush to get your story down, forcing you to work out (or save) some kinks.

Back to my first two sentences. Blogging is the opposite. I think, 'Why did I even start?' Also, I think it best that I don't think about frustrating things other than the ones in my stories, which are easier to deal with because they aren't real ( and I can get rid of them with a thought.) Real things are getting more bothersome. I was sick the 12'th, like really sick. It lasted one night, thankfully. I didn't go to church and feel relieved that I have just one thing planed this week. Hopefully, I will still be considered sick then.

Reading is nice until I realize that was all the author had to offer. They go here, then they almost get caught, then everyone lives happily ever after with only the accidentally push over a cliff bad guy to haunt their thoughts. The books written now are not like The Lord of the Rings. Tolkien was making a place for his lovely language so everything made sense in his well educated mind. And every book needs a plot. His wow-that-could-actually-be-out-there world was so good that his plot was beautiful no matter how simple it was. I love books that could be understood as a young child then studied intently as an adult. The Lord of the Rings is just that. Frodo is presented with the Ring, he is chased, then comes the moment of truth. A story is a hole. The more realistic and thought through the deeper it is. Yet the hole is 2D. It is hard to make it 3D. I wish I could find another as deep, as hard to get out of as The Lord of the Rings. Baby toys are zany these days. That is the only word I can think of to describe the mismatched colors and distorted pictures. Dang! Where was I going with this?

A few minutes later

Okay, I think I remember what I was going for--maybe. Children are given these toys. They are in the baby's memory. I would not be surprised it this next generation is half hippie, half emo. My point is books are not well written. No one studies how to make a story. The result: Stories that can be recognized for what they are only by those who know what a good story is. Children are given bad books and crazy toys. I wish to work on my world until it breathes. I wish to get my story into people's minds so that they can recognize the bad from the good. If that happens no one will want to read bad books so authors will be forced to write better. I also hope to boost imagination because that could use A Lot of help (Right, J.K.?)