My Writing

How/why/when do you choose your point of view or main characters, protagonists?

I wouldn’t say I choose them. They come to me with their story, and they ask me to tell it for them. Some characters live in my head for years before their stories are ready to come out. Others–just a fews months or weeks. I give the character a trial run–there are usually at least two or three false starts–then once I get into the rhythm, the story unfolds.

How/why/when do you choose point of view (first, some variety of third person)?

There is never a choice. First person all the way. Otherwise, I simply cannot connect to the character.

How/why/when do you choose where the work in progress “starts” or opens?

It starts when I put those first words on the screen and find myself in the flow. Usually, I have to have at least 2,000 words down before I consider it a new WIP. Otherwise, it’s just a dabble.

Is the first thing you write about likely to end up being the first thing that your readers eventually read?

No. Again, I tend to have a few false starts (usually a paragraph or two) before finally finding the perfect storyline, niche, voice, narrator, etc.

Do you ever write the ending first? How/why/when do you choose chronology/structure?

I do not write the ending first, but I may not necessarily write it last, either. I’ve done books both ways–completely in order, and also skipped around, writing whatever scene strikes my fancy and then moving things around later. I go with the flow and write whatever I feel like. Otherwise, I could get stuck on something forever and ever. The beauty of this is that I can make the rules. I don’t have to write in order. I don’t have to use “chapter one, chapter two, etc.” I don’t have to write the ending last. I can write what I need to get out at that moment, and come back to the hard parts later. Sometimes I have to mull over a scene mentally before I can get it down. Sometimes, I know something will be very emotional and hard, so I have to make sure I’m in the right place to focus on it. As long as I’m writing, I don’t care which order it’s getting down.

Does your writing process change when you shift genres or topics (say from a story to an essay, or from fiction to non-fiction)?

I haven’t switched genres yet, but I’m sure it would change depending on the needs of the topic and/or genre.

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Zoo-Ness (Pictures)

Aidan at the Zoo

Did, indeed, make it to the zoo today. The weather was really nice, so LOTS of people had the same idea. Almost turned around and didn’t go because the line of cars to get in was INSANE. But did manage to cut a lot of people by taking the other lane (apparently most people did not realize there was a second lane into the zoo, or simply chose not to use it for whatever reason), so I was okay with following through. Didn’t stay long because Aidan wasn’t into walking and it was crowded, so seeing the good stuff was a hassle, and large crowds of people slow things down way too much.

I didn’t make it back to the gorillas to visit Dottie, unfortunately. It would have taken forever to get back there at the rate the crowd was moving. But I saw a bunch of other cool animals. 🙂

See?

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The Zoo

Know where I haven’t been in a while?

THE ZOO!

I think it’s time. Today. Right now.

My camera is begging for it.

And it’s time to visit Dottie.

YAY!!!!!!!!

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“Wreck Of The Day” – Anna Nalick

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the light’s always red in the rear-view
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I’d cheat destiny just to be near you
If this is giving up, then I’m giving up
If this is giving up, then I’m giving up, giving up
On love, On love

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And I’m thinking ’bout calling on Jesus
‘Cuz love doesn’t hurt so I know I’m not falling in love
I’m just falling to pieces
And if this is giving up then I’m giving up
If this is giving up then I’m giving up, giving up
On love, On love

Maybe I’m not up for being a victim of love
All my resistance will never be distance enough

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And it’s finally quiet in my head
Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed
And if this is giving up, then I’m giving up
If this is giving up, then I’m giving up, giving up
On love, On love

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