Browsing "Courting the Muse"
Stumbled across this quote today from Scott Adams, and it was a great reminder that when it comes to the act of creation – be it writing a blog, crafting a story, or sitting down to sketch – you’ll never get there if you don’t attempt the journey. I’m easily my own worst critic, and sometimes my inner voice gets the better of me, successfully discouraging me from even making the effort. For the rest of the month, I’ll be tackling some of the creative items on my to-do list, allowing myself to make mistakes on my journey to honing and improving my craft.
Tonight finds me restless, missing the solace of your company. I stride out into the street searching for distraction, filled with the intense desire to feel your presence. A breath of wind catches in the leaves of a nearby oak, teasing voices from its branches. They whisper your name, and I cannot help but sigh in exasperation. There is no escaping this longing; this ache of your absence. I find myself driven to pacing the length of my drive as my thoughts are driven as well to traverse the memories of recent events; reliving with sweet relish snatches of time well-spent with you.
With the threat of a storm still hanging heavily in the sky, my eyes are drawn to a sudden break in the cloud cover, revealing in all its seductive radiance, the beauty of the full moon. I stare at it transfixed, lost to its hypnotic glow as it mutates my musings…into reality? I realize with a start, I’m no longer in my drive; I’m no longer in my street. I’ve been transported to your side…and you, completely unaware!
I watch in abject fascination the performance of your nocturnal rituals; a silent specter; a lunar wraith, hovering just out of reach of your senses. I can observe with utter freedom your activities without worry of your being self-conscious, because you stay unaware of my subtle intrusion.
I feel myself reliving my initial fall as I tick off one by one the attributes you possess that hold me so successfully enamored…the cause for my once covert adoration. You make your final preparations to retire, nestling yourself quite comfortably beneath your sheets, and I can’t help but smile. Light has been completely extinguished, and yet, darkness prevails only momentarily. Her lunar majesty is peeking shyly through your window. I feel a tingling sensation work its way slowly through me and I come to the slow realization that my time with you grows short. I move silently to your side, bending over you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, and just managing to whisper a declaration of my undying love before I’m whisked swiftly away, back to whence I came. My restlessness now alleviated over the course of my journey, I retire as well, knowing that in mere moments, I’ll be rejoined with you in dreams.
Every year I commit to writing 50,000 words during the month of November. This month of “literary abandon” is my annual release of pent up creativity (or so I tell myself every October in order to convince myself to enroll in the insanity for another year). It’s a write-by-the-seat-of-your-pants experience that I think everyone who has any aspirations to write (be it screenplay, novel, comic book, non-fiction, or biography) to prove to yourself that you have it in you. This will be my fourth year participating in NaNoWriMo, and I’m even more thrilled than usual to be participating.
For the past month, I’ve been ruminating on a story idea, so I’m the most prepared that I’ve ever been for this undertaking. Normally I approach this yearly endeavor with absolutely no idea what story I’d like to tell. Thankfully, for all you writers out there like me, the NaNoWriMo site provides a wealth of information, motivation, and community encouragement. It’s also a trap. Or at least it is, if you have any difficulty with every writer’s constant foe, Mr. Procrastination. There are a lot of really groovy individuals out on the forums, and it can be a time suck, so remember, ye be warned. As we’re only 2ish days into the month, you still have plenty of time to drink the kool-aid. If you do, you can find me on the forums under my usual handle @MusesFled.
Kaname from Vampire Knight
I wrote this first blurb of a story idea due to a passing thought I had about how cool it would be to write about a vampire detective. As quite often happens, before I could get to present day scenarios, I wound up doing a deep dive into Ethan’s past. While the main story is on the shelf until after this year’s NaNoWriMo adventure, I figured it couldn’t hurt to share a little taste of what I’ve cooked up so far for my poor protagonist. The image picture above is from a unrelated manga/anime series called Vampire Knight that I think looks intriguing but that I haven’t yet had the opportunity to watch. At any rate, without further ado, my rambles…
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The life before his religious transformation only came to him in rare flashes. Brief moments remembered such as the expressions of people he could only assume were his parents and siblings. The younger of two sons, he was overshadowed by his older brother, the rightful heir to their father’s estate. Enlisting as a church knight had seemed the logical choice for a fruitful life filled with the honor and prestige he had no hope of earning at home. Monastic life wasn’t something he was well-suited for, but he managed as well as could be required of a noble. Thankfully leeway was given to the knights. After all, charged with protecting the very lives of God’s chosen from barbarians meant that one had to get one’s hands dirty. Read more »
- We have a large assortment of word magnets gracing our refrigerator in the Dalton Underground. Occasionally, I like to take a quick break in the day and discover where the words take me. Sometimes they lead to interesting places. This was my journey today.
Today is the first day of Script Frenzy, a month-long writing adventures that challenges creatives from all over the country to spit out 100 pages of script in 30 days (or less). However, prep for Script Frenzy (at least for me) has been underway since last week, when I first began the process of trying to figure out just what the heck I would write about.
Typical me got sidetracked a couple of nights this week prepping for our ski trip, putting together a box for my Sean to send over to Afghanistan and working on some artwork for my Script Frenzy journal.
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