To All Who’ve Offered a Strip of Tape to the Wings of Tired Cranes,
I’m reading more blogs that touch upon the tug of war between posting and writing, with a focus on longterm projects. On my homepage (or I guess they called it The Guestbook in the yesteryears of Xanga), I had a brief conversation with Therapy Journey about writing spurts. She mentioned hers last a good four weeks. I would say mine are similar. Personally, coming up with what to write while maintaining focus is a bit challenging. For this reason, I have a little pink journal that I’ve labeled “The Writing Goals” book. Of course, it’s a book of lists. Tables of contents for prospective books, paragraphs summarizing a novel I’ve always wanted to write. And like dozens of bloggers I’ve gleaned inspiration from, I’m thinking:
Is Crumpled Paper Cranes keeping me from meeting my 2015 writing goals?
No, not exactly. In honesty, I never thought feedback from others would mean so much in pushing me further with this formerly dormant hobby. I thought of myself as “the boring writer” who had my interests and wrote about them, but was too shy to attempt creativity. Before giving attention to this blog, my hours after The Day Job consisted of copywriting, editing, and little research on subjects of my intrigue. While supplemental income was great, and solidified my self-presentation as a staunch pragmatist, writing creatively makes me quite a bit happier.
I do not think, that in absence of Cranes, I’d be able to adapt so well to a new job in a drastically different environment. Take a bunch of acrylic paints swirled together in an empty coffee bottle. Set that bottle next to a cardboard box, with the same acrylics stored in cylinders sealed for years. Therein sits the contrast.
If anyone was curious, most of my essay-ish entries are written with the assistance of writtenkitten.net. I found flash writing was a great way to organize thoughts and construct a narrative in a way that wasn’t too overwhelming for both myself and readers. Pick an increment, and every so-and-so words, you get a kitten. For me, it’s more effective than a basket of puppies, although I’m sure there’s a website for those who aren’t so fond of what seems to be the Internet’s favorite domesticated animal. I carried the kittens to the longer entries, and I think the website will be increasingly helpful as I approach the potentially daunting task of the novel. Or novella. The ideas of both have been outlined.
Ostensibly, I’m a handful of marbles dropped on the yucky asphalt of a crowded playground. I’m trying to gather all my pieces in one fist, though I know that’s not feasible. So I’ll take the marble I find the prettiest, try not to find a reason “why,” and polish it the best I can.
I’m shooting for the novella.
Learning the steps to a plot’s crisp dance.
The Careful Crane