Y’all, I am very tried, and stressed. My schedule changed for what I thought was for good. It was earlier than usual, but it was consistent, which made all the difference. Needles to say my sleep pattern, my eating habits have gone to heck…again. Now there’s talk of making more changes.
My creativity has bounced up and down so much that it has upset me. I like to keep something going, and I’m not. I feel like I got mauled by chaos. That does not mean I gave up, or giving up.
It means I need to get myself back into writing, which is something not only that I love to do, but is a positive force in my life. I can’t lose the one thing that makes my days brighter.
My emotions are all over the place, as I am frustrated, sad, anxious, and nervous about getting creative endeavors done. It’s like a crisis before the actual work gets done (pre-crisis?). So now that I have a moment, I need to relax, breathe, and put together a realistic plan.
First, I’m blogging. Second, I need a sharper plan to execute creative goals. I intend to complete some projects, and put some on hold. I don’t want to put them on hold, but I know everything can’t and won’t be done. I have to see some tangible results before the end of the year.
Happy creative endeavors.
It finally pinged in my daily activities, and ofer having been taught this writing several times, that I should be writing–or taking notes on my daily happenings. Sorta like a daily journal. This is mainly because things happen day to day that range from ok to ugh.
The goal is to have my experiences on paper (or file) to look back on as inspiration/starting points for potential stories. Things do happen, I have reactions for better or worse. It might be good to reflect on these things later on.
I can tell you at the moment I loathe getting up early, but had to. Failed to pick out clothes last night, went to bed late, and all around KNEW if I didn’t set the clock earlier than usual, I would not get up in a timely manner. I don’t know if this me getting older, or I got settled into getting up when I wanted to, but I am not a morning person…yet.
I also failed to clean my room yet again. I need to purge this soon, to better manage my allergies. Too much clutter in a small space. Must vacuum, throw some stuff away, and put some other things in storage. I will feel better if I do. I know I will.
Happy creative endeavors.
As the day passed, and ideas floated about, eager to be penned, I wondered how well I’d fare with more vulgarity in my creative writing.
Not necessarily a profanity-laced tirade, but some profane elements scattered throughout a story. Would be enough to make this Charleston-born writer produce some page turning stories?
Truthfully, I’ve always wanted to free myself from exclusively thinking/staying inside my comfort zone, shock myself, and press forward. Part of me stays in a never-ending struggle with my inner censor, and I hope to silence him with this insight.
Keep in mind I’m no stranger to puns, innuendo, double (or triple) entendres. I’ve always used them in the spirit of humor, silliness, and for goofy moments. I, however, do those on whims, and I imagine a sustained writing goal may yield some fascinating results.
I feel very impish in my actions, and it’s totally worth it if I can laugh and entertain. That, and it totally amuses me to break out of my comfort zone with no apologies, which can be my default reaction.
As always, happy creative endeavors.
Today day I feel a little bored, and less desire to write. I, however, told myself that I’m gonna put some things down, and that includes a blog post. It’s a mix of feeling blah, and a little meh-ish. Usually it goes away, but today I don’t want to wait for it to depart before I type something.
I did finish my writing for television class, and it took forever, and I wish I completed it sooner. I typed out the last of my notes, and will review them soon. There was a lot of stuff I knew, thought I knew, and study I’m eager to try out.
It does make me want to look back at my previous material and see if it can be revised with the guidelines. I certainly hope to at least take one project and rewrite it to fit the proper format, and change the ending (I hated the ending, and knew it had to go).
Go me. Blog post done when i was feeling like loafing about. If only all material came this easy.
Happy creative endeavors.
There will always be chaos going on around me. This week is no different. For the record not only did my allergies give me some hell, my Mom got sick. This meant taking her to the ER to make sure she could get some immediate medical attention. I’m glad we went, as she seemed to be getting worse, but the trip and treatment helped her out immensely.
On a side note, while we were waiting for her to be called, I pulled out my Moleskin, and wrote some ideas down for a dramatic comedy I said I wanted to start. At the very least, if this idea has to go on the back burner, I can go back and look it over and make revisions as needed.
Mom is on the slow road to recovery, and I need her to relax and remain calm. By her own nature she wants to be up and about, and that’s not acceptable to me. The reason is a day ago she didn’t have energy, and now she wants to multitask. Since I’m home to assist her, I feel she should simply recuperate.
That said, I spent a lot of time hearing my name called over, and over, and over. A brother was on the go, and had little to no time to get himself together a way that was writing-intensive.
When I got up today, it didn’t dawn on me to do my blog. I haven’t even had a glass of water and I need to drink a few glasses. I should eat something too, and figure out what i want for dinner.
As always, happy creative endeavor.
Today I have to figure out how I am going to get pitches/proposals for four shows done soon. Not that there’s a rush. I should get them done so just the same. Part of this process if for me to help shape my stories a lot stronger than i have in the past. It will take a lot more effort that I put in projects in the past, and will keep working towards professionalism and excellence.
With this in mind I want to buckle down and throw my inner-censor out the window. I also want to embrace character-driven stories, so that means thinking more of the emotional stakes of the characters. That doesn’t always shine through at the initial stages of my writing, but if writing is rewriting, then I know it’s a matter of time before I get there.
As I mentioned yesterday, I love plot-driven stories, and I have had a steady diet of them, but I’m willing to try new methods of storytelling to reach my goal of becoming a full-time televisions writer-producer who creates his own shows. I also eventually want to help others reach their goals, but one step at a time, right?
Happy creative endeavors.
Also tragic story doesn’t have to end with the hero’s life, right? What if the hero lost something of great value to them; wealth, family, reputation, happiness, sanity, health.
This loss would have a great impact on who they are: The athlete who could no longer compete due to health issues. The philanthropist who loved using his money to help others fulfill their dreams. The once proud writer accused of plagiarism who can’t get a call back.
Villains, in a lot of stories can be tragic heroes, and it gives them enough of a sympathy that their fall is both interesting, and memorable. Why aren’t the heroes this way?
Ultimately, for me, the writer, a hero has to at least be brought to the edges of defeat, or at least close enough to know and feel the the weight of the stakes involved in the wins or loss. It’s rather scary to me.