Read the advice Kristen Lamb has on writing a better story. Thank you very much for all your efforts, Kristen!
Last time, I brought up a subject I never believed would warrant discussing—cockygate. I wish this was the first time a writer did something epically misguided to gain advantage. Some drama to sell their ‘story.’ But, I’ve been around too long. Seen too much.
Yes, I was there for the BIG BANG (dot.com implosion). I also witnessed Web 2.0 shoot out of the dying Web 1.0’s ribcage then skitter up into the vents.
Where did it GO? What is it up to? What does it WANT?
As early as 2004, I projected the digital tsunami that was going to obliterate the world as we knew it.
Why is ‘Age of Aquarius’ suddenly stuck in my head?
Anyway, it began with Napster and Tower Records, then Kodak, blah blah and starting in 2006 I began blogging and predicting the next industry to fall…and the next…and even how and roughly when it would happen. All along I insisted publishing and writers needed to be prepared because we were also in its path.
Over the course my first years as a ‘social media/branding expert’ (an occupation widely regarded as a made-up job like ‘unicorn groomer’) I noted a trend.
Pretty much every year, new and evolved ‘bright idea fairies’ (BIFs) hatched with frightening regularity. This trend continues because shortcuts are tempting. Um…cockygate.
It’s so funny how things happen. Last week, I wrapped up a long serial and convinced myself that I was going to write a couple of short stories before I dove headfirst into another serial.
To paraphrase, writers plan and muses laugh. This story had been rattling around in my head for a while. I read Dan Brown’s latest book, Origin, recently and it dabbles with artificial intelligence and somewhat predicts future fusion of humans and technology.
I decided to take that idea and go in a different direction. This story has a basis in something that I actually witnessed in real life. We have an acquaintance that became pregnant with a child and was then diagnosed with an aggressive form of brain cancer. She made the selfless decision to forego treatment so she could deliver a healthy child. As a result, she was debilitated by the cancer and…
Renee Scattergood lives in Australia with her husband, Nathan, and daughter, Taiya. She has always been a fan of fantasy and was inspired to become a story-teller by George Lucas, but didn’t start considering writing down her stories until she reached her late twenties. Now she enjoys writing dark fantasy and paranormal thrillers.
She is currently publishing her monthly Shadow Stalker serial, and she has published a prequel novella to the series called, Demon Hunt. She is also working on a new series of novels, A God’s Deception.
Aside from writing, she loves reading (fantasy, of course), watching movies with her family, and doing crafts and science experiments with her daughter. Visit her site for more information and a free copy of Shadow Stalker Part 1 (Episodes 1 – 6): http://reneescattergood.com
Rylee is a normal girl, living in a normal world. At least that’s what she thinks until an Onyx Warrior tells her the truth. She is trapped in a dream world by an ancient and powerful vampire, while he feeds on her blood at his leisure. Worse, her only chance for escape is likely to get her killed.
Can you write when you’re in an extremely bad mood? When you’re distracted, when someone tries to annoy you purposely? I’m talking about turning music on he/she knows exactly you hate and that you can’t concentrate when this shit is screaming and yodeling out of the radio.
Can you concentrate on writing when this person is constantly interrupting your flow by blabbing out about something just MORE than uninteresting or blurting out insults to you in beautiful regularity?
See? That’s why I have difficulties to get anything halfway useful onto my paper for nearly two weeks.
I love to be in company; I’m a quite social person. And I don’t even mind writing in an overcrowded Starbucks with background noise. That, at least, can be tuned out! But if someone sits across the table and permanently interrupts me – and if I try to keep the flow, yells insults at me like I’m a 5-year-old for not replying, then I’m having problems.
I can write and deeply sink into my story, but not when I’m permanently distracted in particular by someone who is not supportive and tells me clearly my writing is just a waste of time and that I better would use the time cleaning my place.
Sadly moments like this aren’t very helpful to a writer newbie and are only strengthening self-doubts.
How can I avoid being hurt and distracted like this? How can I guarantee that my writing is still as good as I hope it would be? How is it possible for writers to keep in the flow and in the mood to write something useful if there are people like this around?
Am I the only one facing problems like this?
And if not: How do other writers handle situations like that?
Is there advice or any helpful hint or trick I can follow to keep my writing on track?
I don’t want to give up. I have always dreamed of being a writer… and I finally am concentrating and working on my dream… and still it seems there are some artificially produced hindrances who want to destroy that dream – and destroy me.
Is there a way anyone can help me with? Thank you so much for your support!
Merlin Fraser who I have the pleasure to be friends with and who is an excellent writer, has published a story about Floater, one of his “Dust Bunnies”. I love these stories and I love the dust bunnies as well. I wish Merlin would publish them more often, so we all could spread word about them. They’re simply adorable. But see for yourself and enjoy.
‘Tinkle, Tinkle, Tinkle.’ The sound of a little bell went through the house. Instantly Whatsit the dog was on his paws with tail wagging at the possibility of rejoining his pals upstairs.
Grandmother let out one long sigh; already she was regretting giving Carrie and Andy the little brass bell. She had given it to them so that they could summons her instead of shouting at the top of their voices as they had been doing up until now.
Only one week until Christmas day and both the children in her care were down with the flu and confined to bed. Carrie’s was the bigger room with two single beds, so for her own convenience Grandmother had put the pair of them in together, with the bell on a…