The good thing about writing is that it is completely original. It’s not a race or competition, so you don’t have to limit yourself in any way. In order to create something completely novel, you’re going to have to let your mind wander without any limitations. Don’t set a schedule for yourself, and don’t force yourself to write. I’m currently writing a short story, and what’s great is that if you don’t force yourself to write, the current of words will flow whenever you feel it. But if you force yourself, you’re going to over think things when ideas itself can be simplicity itself, right in front of you, and yet you won’t see it since you are too busy looking over the horizon.
NaNoWriMo started today!!! Since I’ll be off to France for 9 days, that is 9 days worth of writing lost. But I’ll still participate and see how much I can get! What’s better than being able to write on a plane anyways? And who knows, maybe I’ll find some inspiration in that beautiful country!
Well about my process on writing, I’m on almost 4,000 words! Jeepers I need to wipe off my sweat. I’m only on the first chapter though, but I’ve got snippets of ideas for the rest of the book, hence the crazy number of words so far. I hope to write one post everyday on my writing process so stay tuned y’all!
As some of you may know, I am an avid writer. And in one of my posts I did about my writing (here), I mentioned that I was writing anothernovel right? Well I wrote that one for Camp Nanowrimo (you will see my winner badge on the sidebar!) and the entire goal was to finish writing a novel in a month, which I did!! Andd…
I SELF PUBLISHED IT!
It came through the mail on Tuesday (took quite a while since it got lost but it came to me eventually!) and here’s a photo of it!
It’s sooooo cool holding a hardcover copy of your book! And there’s your name on it as well!! I’m planning on printing outseveral paperback copies of it, and donating one to our school library
Until next time!
Since my last post, I have managed to finish writing the novel within a month, therefore winning Camp Nanowrimo! yay! But, there is no such thing as too little ideas. I have started writing another novel, which I expect will be much much better from the one I had last posted. It isvery very different from what I normally write (fantasy, mystery, paranormal) but I hope you like it! I’ll post the prologue here, like I did last time
TIME OF OUR LIVES
If you asked me what life was, I’d probably just say it’s breathing. That’s all you do right? If you stop breathing, you’re dead. If you are breathing, you’re alive. That’s all life simply is. Breaths that you inhale then exhale the next second.
But if you asked me that same question three years ago, I’d say life is the way people smile. The way people laugh. The scent of chicken wings around the corner that you can’t help but drool at even though you’ve just finished eating dinner. I’d say life is a never ending roller coaster of happiness that sinks a little sometimes but that’s all part of the ride.
You’re probably wondering, what happened to her?
Well, wouldn’t you like to know.
After all, a lot can change within the span of a day. We could be having the time of our lives one second, then we’d be asking what life is the next.
Well, as you can see by the title, I am writing a new novel! I have yet to decide on the title, but I thought I’d give you a sneak peak, since I do intend on publishing it either by the end of the summer or the end of 2014. (yay!) If you are a fan of mystery, paranormal, and books that keep you on your toes, then this is the right book for you!
(This book deals with problems like anorexia, family pressure, and friendship problems.)
“A fascinating story about friendship, trust, and betrayal. You will be hooked from the beginning to the end!” -me
I stared down at my body. I was wearing a white dress, the one I was supposed to wear to my cousin’s wedding next month. I also wore oneof my favorite white flower crowns. My face was just the same, almost as if I was simply sleeping on a normal night. Mom knew I hated makeup, so she made it simple. I almost looked alive. Almost. I lookedaround my surroundings to see everyone I had ever smiled at, with red eyes, crying at my funeral. The funeral ground seemed too small to fit all these people I am proud to have known.
But amongst my mom, my dad, my brother, friends, family, teachers, acquaintances, something did not feel the slightest bit right.
Meet Tori Woods – bright, social, and had the best grades in her entire sophomore year. She had a wonderful personality that everyone liked.
She had big dreams.
She had big plans.
She wanted to become a therapist, an author, a lawyer, or a singer.
But on the night of the school party celebrating the last week of sophomore year, she was mysteriously murdered. Only four people were there to witness the “accident”. The only thing discovered was that she died in a strange, planned car crash. The bright living soul that flickered and dimmed into nothing.
Along with some new ghostly friends, she stays in her world as a ghost to solve her murder. If she doesn’t, she’ll be stuck between worlds, never able to peacefully cross to the other side.
What would you have done if you knew it was the last day of your life? Better yet, if you knew it was the last week of your life? Who would you have spent it with? What would you be doing?
I’d be calling up my family from all over the world to tell them I love them, I’d hug my friends and spend a day with them, I’d keep reminding my parents I love them, and finally for myself, I’d finish writing a novel, edit it, then send it off to a publisher. Even if I can’t complete all my dreams, I’ll at least be able to make my mark on this world.
Maybe I would’ve done something rebellious, like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night with hundreds of post-it notes and a Sharpie and bike to school, I’d probably explain to the guard my situation and then write “You’re beautiful, I love you” on the notes and put them on every single locker in the school. Or splatter different paints onto my plain white wall.
Something I definitely would’ve done was organize everything in my room into four categories: sell, keep, give to cousins, and give to friends.
I’d probably leave little notes all over the house for my parents and brother to find. Maybe I’d do it to all of my friends houses.
But life doesn’t give you any preparations for what is to come.
You only know you’re about to die when you feel too tired to even close your eyes, and your lung feels too heavy to support simply another breath. You feel yourself pulled in a current of memories that barely last a second, and everything in the world stands still.