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Nov 26, 2012 06:25PM

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The only thing which keeps me going these days is the haiku thread. All those wonderful haiku have kept me motivated enough to keep trying.
Yellow box?

Alex’s description of how she writes reminds me of my own experience with writing. I write a story to find out what happens in it and to get to know the characters. Very little of the material that goes into my stories comes from my conscious mind.

Jenny's stories and my stories are much more deliberate - even if the reader doesn't necessarily know where the story is headed, they (usually) know where they are, emotionally speaking. They're more like a steady march towards an undermined point.
... If we wanted to round-out the four humours analogy evident in this explanation, then Tim fits the bill of quick, emotionally charged stories that create such an effect that it's easy to forgive the lack of a three-or-five act structure. (Again, basing this on only two of Tim's works.)



Hardly ever. I'm just stuck in this phase where I'll start something, think it's the worst idea ever, and throw it away. Or bury it.


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I turned in a story, Togo's Guitar, nine something on Thursday. Did I turn it in early enough. For some reason I had been under the impression that as long as I turned it in "before Friday" that would be good enough--now I am not so sure. If I was too late, too bad. But perhaps I will have learned something for next time.
When I first heard the story idea it seemed intriguing: guitar strings. Now I know nothing at all about guitars. Except that they seemed like they could make for an interesting take on a story if a person did know anything about them.
So the first thing I did was look up "guitar" on the Internet. I suppose you could argue, "How reliable is that?" but, truthfully, it was a one or two page short story and not a novel. Well, I got a history on-line and there were several things that stuck out:
the first guitars were made of turtle shells, etc.; the Egyptian female pharaoh (there was one but only one) Hapshepsut, had a guitar like instrument in her burial area and may have been the lover of its owner; and the a'woud (I think that's spelled right) the Arabic instrument of which the modern guitar is derivative (it, in turn, was derivative of an Indian instrument). All of these told a story but I decided the first one would be the easiest to turn into a story. (In other words, it would take more research and time...)
So I made up a simple story about a man, the woman he loves, and his guitar. The connection is obvious. To win the woman he invents the guitar. Anyway, even if it is not eligible for the contest, I would appreciate it if people would read my story and tell me what they think.
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Oh... if anyone wanted to know. I got my knowledge for the story I wrote about here from the on-line "A Brief History of the Guitar" by Paul Guy. Of course, I don't know if that makes my story more or less reliable than Wickipedia.



Kirilee: That's right. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR IGNORING ME FOR A MONTH!


... Does anyone know what I'm referencing? I ask, because even though I know I'm referencing something ... I honestly can't remember what.

If you want to be a writer, you must be prepared to go to any lengths to keep from starving to death.


One man read me the label on a sweater and said it was guaranteed not to shrink. “Does that mean,” he asked wrily, “I can wash it in hot water and throw it in a hot dryer and still expect it to fit?” I told him if he did that, it would probably fit his pet hamster.



In my experience, even if you think it's bad, you should at least try to finish it. My novel I wrote last year is a mess but I basically forced myself to finish it. Needless to say, I learned a lot that year.

Thanks, Christa! It was interesting. The security guard had a booth in the men’s department, from which he could survey the whole store. One night, he chased a woman across the lot behind the mall, and caught up with her at the creek. When he told me about it, he pulled up his shirt so I could see the scar on his stomach, where she had bitten him.





Like M and Alex, I find that I am unable to map my stories. The characters come alive, and they begin to tell the story and take it where it goes.
The one thing that one can most certainly assert from writing and reading the stories here in the WSS, is that the stories cannot be catalogued by structure, or theories of structure. They are formed and oftentimes uniquely so, other than being comprised of words.

But when it comes to short stories, I usually just whip them out on the spot and figure out what's going to happen as I write.

I think Lucian & Kane: Next Best Thing might be an exception, and I'm told that's one of my better ones. (I don't agree, but that's probably because I know what the full version - which will be written eventually - will be like. My idea is to use narrative to give the feel that Candido is a heroic character, even as he becomes more and more apathetic towards his loyal friend. This will be a little easier considering that his friend is a bit of a scumball. Then, at the end, flip things around and report, in a very flat narrative tone, all the consequences of his actions.)
I didn't write an outline for After Dark (which I'm thinking about renaming Decay) and now I'm looking at a fairly lengthy editing process.

CHARACTERS:
Lokus Leadgoth, Disembodied Clown Head Singer
Karlos Ludwig, Guitarist
Eva Martin, Bassist
Ernesto Rivera, Drummer
Jill Serra, Missionary
PROMPT CONFORMITY: Lokus’ head is in a large pickle jar.
SYNOPSIS: Death Blade is a heavy metal band performing at a carnival ground for thousands of raging fans. Jill is a religious missionary who does everything in her power to make sure this show doesn’t go on. It is later revealed that Jill is secretly a succubus who was responsible for Lokus’ head being in a jar in the first place. The final battle takes place between the band and Jill with the latter holding the fans hostage and threatening to kill them if Lokus doesn’t give up immediately.
Despite all the frightening horror attached to this, I’ll do my best to keep it PG-13. A man can only try.

That aside, I just learned something fun about a story's midpoint: apparently it's supposed to be when the protagonist stops reacting and starts acting. I'm not sure if that applies to all types of stories, but as a general idea it's been pretty helpful in my writing so far :)