Wanna meet my two other personlities?

As mentioned yesterday, I'm being interviewed over at
Alesa Warcan's Part Gilt - Part Gold.

So make your way over to meet my other personalities! One of them likes to dabble in photography, and the other is a singer/guitarist/pianist/songwriter. The three of us are pretty good friends, actually, and sometimes we even influence each other. They're waiting to meet you too, so ... spit spot!

Genius!

Check this out! It's brilliant!

I'm as slow as the Tortoise - Wanna fight about it?

I'm slow and I'm proud of it.
I spend hours perfecting a scene instead of moving on with the next. This means that I don't finish writing novels as fast as most.

Remember those word count statistics I posted the other day? Well, guess how long I spent each day producing those 1000 - 1400 word bursts? Pretty much 4, 5, 6 hours per day. Crazy you think? I do too.

But I can't do it any other way. Seriously. I don't feel SATISFIED doing it any other way.
So I'll say it again. I'm slow, and I'm PROUD of it.
So stop telling me that I write too slowly you dimwit who thinks you know it all! (Okay, no one is saying that to me, really. But I have to blame someone for that little voice that keeps telling me to speed up, so 'dimwit' it'll be).

Anyway, I suppose the plus side of this is that it means my first drafts are in second draft shape. That means that I get to skip a WHOLE stage of the editing process.
I hope. Let's hope.

Cross your fingers for me?

PS: On a side note. What's with the disappearing followers? I've lost TWO in a week. How sad :o( What did I say? I've had a few busy weeks and couldn't make it to as many blogs as I like, do you think that's the reason?

PPS: Tomorrow I'm being interviewed over at Alesa Warcan's Part Gilt - Part Gold. I'll remind you all again tomorrow. The interview is not what you would expect, though. Tomorrow I reveal and showcase a couple of my other artistic outlets, thanks to the generous Alesa who is graciously letting me take over for the day :o)

Reaching climax and tackling denouement.

No, I'm not being filthy-minded here, I'm talking about my writing rhythms.

I realised something about myself this weekend: as soon as I reach climax, my mojo pipes down. (Again, I'm not talking about sex people -- get your minds out of the gutter! And anyway, if I were talking about sex, wouldn't that be normal?)

Right, back to the point at hand.

I find that once I've written just past the climax point in my stories, I feel like I have to go back and edit everything I've written before I go ahead and tackle denouement.

Is that weird, or does it happen to you too?

EngRish FunNies

This morning I received an email that had me in stitches and I thought I'd share it's wonderful and hilarious content. Prepare to be pResentary SurpWised ...

Happy fWiday EveWyone!

Lost for words ... or not.

Today is the day I've been expecting to arrive sooner or later. The day when I'm lost for blog post words.

So I'm just going to tell you this:

I'm tired.

My hair is a mess.

I have to work when I want to write.

I want to write every spare moment I have but I also want a holiday.

I can't find anyone to look after my dog so that I can go on holiday and I'm pissed off.

I have to pay stupid amounts of money to the government for being self-employed - BASTARDS.

I want to buy myself DVDs - simple little pleasures but I can risk not having spare money in case something breaks - because something always breaks when you buy something unnecessary - it's just the law of the land.

My dog's claw dug into my right middle finger tip this morning (HOW?) and it hurts to type with it.

The dishes have piled up and I can't bear to look.

We need milk and I can't be bothered getting any - so I'm drinking black coffee - yuk.

I have mail waiting for me to pick it up at the post office and I can't be bothered getting it - for freakin' sake just learn to deliver to people's doors like normal countries. Ugh.

My wallet is empty - need to go to the bank. If I go to the bank, I might as well go to the post office, and if I go there, I might as well get some milk. No. I won't go to the bank. (Spilio? You got any cash?)

I should finish writing these teacher's notes. Yes. Can't be avoided. (takes sip of coffee, UGH! no milk! Oh, we don't have any. Perhaps I should go buy some. Spilio, you got any cash? Oh, don't worry, I'll go to the bank. What's that? You want me to pick up your mail? Really? I have to walk all the way down there? Crap. I might as well get mine, then.)

Life is a monotonous pain in the butt today. But that being said, I think I like it. Does it really have to take a whole blog post of rant to make me realise the goodness in not having to commute to work and the goodness in being able to cuddle my dog whenever I like?

Ah, Holly Bolly Wally Wood, I wuv you ... you always make evewyfing wuvwey. Thanks for hewping me wif my work, I couldn't do it wifout you ...

An interesting little experiment I conducted ...

After my post about keeping track of word count, which if you haven't read you can read it here, I conducted a little experiment. I had to convince myself that I was right, because you know, we don't always practice what we preach, do we? Of course I sneak a look at my word count! You kidding?

This is what I did:

For five consecutive days, I kept track of what I wrote per day, by bookmarking where I stopped. (And boy was that a feat for me, because I don't think I have written more than two or three days in a row before.) And I stopped writing when I couldn't write any more; where I felt I had come to a natural break in my thought process; where if I was to write any more I think it would have been forced and gobbledygook.

At the end of the five days, I counted the words I wrote for each day, and to my surprise, day by day my word count grew. What do you think that means? Do you think it means my mind felt free, and it took advantage of not having any pressure on it?

Here are the stats:

Day one: 1065

Day two: 1156

Day three: 1277

Day four: 1282

Day five: 1404

Who's up for trying this and letting me know their results?