When writing, I tend to write what I am picturing in my mind or feeling at that moment in time. I think over the years, I have learned to share ideas ('Idears', for those of us up here in New England who add 'r's where they were not intended and drop them when we 'pawk' the 'caw') in a way that paints a
Then there is the problem with my wit with words. Some find it humorous, while I do not find it quite so funny at the time. I have realized I developed expressing myself this way to keep from offending or hurting others
This probably is not making any sense at all
So seeing as writing is my therapy for what ails me, you'd think that I could stay on topic. Yakking on the keyboard (and I'll have you know that spell checker was eerily mute for the word 'yakking') and letting the words spew forth upon yon' (and spell checker is still quite silent) screen, really does not seem to be working very well for me at the moment. My mind keeps wandering to subjects like vampires, ghosts, angels, brooding troglodytes, smart aleck (and may I say quite intelligent) women with a dash of witty reparte. I evidently need to stop reading J. R. Ward.
I am a prolific reader, and unfortunately I read at a veracious (HEY! That IS the correct spelling and usage of that word! I've been gypped! My spell checker is obviously substandard!) rate. I'm pretty easy to please though since I will read just about anything
I cut my teeth on The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. Fell upon Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys like a starving, salivating pack of hounds on a very rare T-bone steak. Then came Star Wars. (I used to be able to quote by wrote the entire prologue of the first book. Alas, my brain, over the years has been filled with so many stories that my memory occasionally does a dump to archive for some of the UBIs stored there. That would be "Useless Bits of Information" for those that are acronym-challenged.)
And do you know what I have discovered? My autobiography is the strongest sleep-aid known to man... even for me.
The really funny thing to me is that if I sit down to try and write really cool McGyverish kind of stuff, I come up with a completely blank screen. If I try to sit down and write about the desert dry landscape of the real world and my personal phantasms, all I get is McGyver and dragons. So it's official. I have finally pulled into the train station at certifiable-ville. Time to write myself out of a snowy dead end.
You will all be absolutely elated to know that I am not intending to ever share my fiction adventures, because
If your imagination is as unmanageable and far-fetched as mine can be, then you can write your own new world all on your own. Personally, I never thought I would get a kick out of the idea of inviting a character into a mythical place, torture it with either sappy or creepy (whichever it would hate most) and then either kill 'em off or have them ride off into the sunset. I think I like the killing 'em off idea better, but who knows, it might be a warm and fuzzy kind of day so I wouldn't want to limit my options. I guess I'm just mean like that.
Still, the reality is that I can't really live there, therefor I still have to make lemonade daily. So, dot, dot, dot... Today is a Monday. And it's supposed to be a humorous kind of day. It's the law. So it was amusing for ME to write about this interesting turn of events. I might be getting just a little too much enjoyment from imagining my kids and their expressions and wondering just how much I can really weird them out? This could take our family's dinner conversations to a whole new level! "Hey, honey? How would you go about dismembering a werewolf?" Or possibly, "If I wanted to make a guy REALLY squirm, I would make him [fill in the blank]!"
Hey! It can actually be a two-fer. I can torture the characters AND my family. Now doesn't that sound like a win-win situation? You can obviously see that this would not be a publishable book because I would do things to the characters just to annoy or creep out family members. Really. Ha! I can describe love scenes to them... Remember these are the girls who absolutely do NOT want to know their parents even have a love life, much less their mother describing someone else's love life. This really has the potential of being priceless. Talk about some real Kodak Color kind of moments.
Ah, yes. Life is definitely looking up...