I've been doing so much research about promotion and spending so much time on the internet checking out sites and making thousands of dubious (and a few wonderful) connections, that I'm starting to feel a bit out of focus.
I did an online right/left brain test, and according to them I'm 68% left, 32% right. A little later I did another test, and according to them I'm 57% left, 42% right, which adds up to only 99%. So apparently one reason I feel out of focus is that I've lost a bit of my mind. Before I lose it all, I need to finish my WIP and at least start on my graphic novel. I made a pact with myself to shut down my computer at 10:00 and write at least an hour tonight, but that leaves me minus one minute to finish this discussion post and send out the email reminder.
Still, I will write. If I remember how. I'll let you know how it goes.
So, how was your writing week? Did you accomplish what you wanted? Did you make any interesting discoveries? Did you have fun or was it a chore?
Let’s talk.
The group No Whine, Just Champagne will meet here at this article for a live discussion about writing on September 3, 2009 at 9:00pm ET. I hope you will stop by. It’s always great to find out what you’re doing.


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I find myelf writing the outline as the story unfolds. Kinda like little sister Outline following big sister Story around like a, hmm, annoying little sister.
Auditory/Vistual = 99%
Left/Right = 99%
Considering all that there is to consider, I'm probably doing well if I've only lost 1% of my what? Trillion? How many brain cells are we supposed to have anyway?
I also took the right/left brain tests. The one test had me at 48% left brain and 52% right, and the other had me at a 50% each. I thought the consistency of the results of the two different tests interesting. Question is: If I have 50% right brain, and 50% left brain, does that mean I'm really well-balanced, or simply mediocre at everything? :-)
I'm apparently left-brained. But some things are decidedly right brained in there.
Something I've learned with the editing is that everyone--everyone--has a writing/punctuation/grammar quirk (or two) of some kind. Many use word repetition. A favorite word appears numerous times throughout a ms. I've even found word repetition in Ayn Rand this week. She likes astonish and uses it freely. If it's used enough times to be noticed in a book as long as Atlas Shrugged, it's used too many times.
1. Coming together and finding the individual roles
2. Defining the task.
3. Feeling unrest -- disenchantment with the group and each other
4. Cohesion -- beginning to feel like a team
5. Interdependence -- work as a team, believe in the subculture they have created.
Groups take on a life of their own, a culture that is different from the sum of the individual members.
No wonder I haven't wanted to work on this book. Seems like a monumental task. Also, by the time I've written about half a book, usually the characters are well-defined, but in this book, it's mostly been my hero contending with the environment. Now he has to contend with other people. Which means I have to create them.
I'm almost all the way moved in to my new apartment. And, it's so nice!!
Since I've been busy with packing and settling in, and a long list of chores, I've got zero writing done lately.
Hopefully by next week, things will return to normal again.
Sigh.
No writing for me this week either. But I did something very interesting. I found some floppy discs and transferred the documents to my flash drive since my new computer doesn't handle floppies at all. I found story ideas, notes and even poetry that I'd totally forgotten about. It'll be fun to see what I was writing 5 years ago and if any of it is worth keeping.
Sorry, enough babbling. I think it's the heat stroke. Can't be a red head with freckles and mow the lawn unless the vampires are out, or face the consequences.
All my big plans came to about as much as the Icelandic dollar. Yeah, you can buy it (probably about a million for a penny at the moment, but that's what happens when a whole country goes bankrupt. But, hey, at least you could claim to be a millionaire), but you can't sell it. Zip, zilch, zero, nada.
I did start today on a story, attempt one of ?? to write a flash fiction for a contest Pat posted about on Facebook. It took me three tries to write a murder/mystery for the Second Wind contest. We'll see how many it takes this time. It's more of a noir murder, so it might be easier to keep on topic. The last time, the stories kept straying off genre. Yeah, carnivorous deer, who'd have figured that one coming in a murder/mystery attempt number one.
I do have big plans for the months ahead. Aside from the household junk that is. Finish rewriting an old murder novel I abandoned years ago without finishing (chapter 7, seven or eight victims already, will this man ever stop? What the hell was I doing?). Finish, revise, edit, all that gunk my other novel The Men of Twelve. Yes, it's pretty much done, but I have to actually pick it up and lop off that ending that went beyond what the ending should have been. And a pile of other shorts to finish, short childrens to finish, start plotting out the second and final novel of The Men of Twelve.
I think I might actually have a fear of completion. After putting so much time, work, blood, sweat, and tears (really, I did get the occassional paper cut), and passion into something ... I find myself unable to just pick the darned thing up and finish it. It's there, so close, but so far away.
Angela, a new place sounds good for stirring up lots of fun. I hope the physical settling in takes place quickly but that the feelings of newness and excitement last a while.
I decided it boils down to some weird fear. Like sending your first baby off into the world while still a baby to you, although I haven't gone that far to know that with the oldest starting grade one.
Angela, I hope to never move again. My intention is to not move again, but failing that my intention is to simply walk away and get new stuff! lol
See y'all next week.