Friday I combined tasks because I was busy getting ready for a wild week-end. Today I’m linking the same challenges because of said week-end.
I’m tellin’ you things got cRaZy and I [might be] getting too old for that sh*t.
Who doesn’t love a colorful image?
Whether it is a brilliant photograph; a lively painting or a dynamic story created by stringing words together, people love color.
But be careful the details in your composition aren’t obscured by color.
Although a little purple in your prose can be captivating too much might leave the reader in a [not so pleasant] purple haze – like the one I am recovering from today. 😉
Plots and characters are like plants and seasons; they come and go. They bloom, hopefully they shine and then they perish.
But even in their perishing they can serve a purpose.
It’s only natural.
For you NaNoWriMoers right now just write. You can decide what goes into the compost pile later.
You know I mentioned going to Benton Arkansas last Friday.
It was a nice break. We shopped a little, ate too much, chattered like magpies and — well, I just had to see the old sanitarium/asylum aka “nervous hospital” where Karl spent most of his life.
Thank goodness my family is as adventurous and crazy as me.
There were no observable signs that forbade us from entering, so…
We considered going in a window but oddly enough we did not have to.
The doors seemed to beckon and willingly opened without the slightest resistance and ta-da, we were in.
Exploring the dilapidated history in search of answers and ghosts and what-ifs.
And possibly inheriting a demon or a deadly disease.
What does this story have to do with writing?
This: Every now and then you have to break the rules to spice things up.
Of course you need to know the rules before you break them and sometimes the rules are not obvious.
Congratulations on your writing accomplishments!
Whether you have written a paragraph or five hundred pages so far this month, you’re doing great.
I once wrote 500 pages in one day. Yep, the Ctrl+v got stuck on my keyboard. When I returned from my walk I had five hundred pages of totally inconceivable gibberish.
I jest, but speaking of taking a walk…
Where are your characters going? Why are they going? How are they going to get there?
Feel free to use the photographs to get the creative juices flowing.
Mad as in angry, insane, enthusiastic or in a swift manner.
I was driving 90 mph down the highway with my camera beside me and I snapped…
I was in a mad dash and mad in every sense of the word. (Some of that lunacy is revealed in the poetic memoir Getting Me Back.)
The above photo is not one I would usually keep in my collection; it is dark, out of focus and lopsided yet I like it. Why? Because it reminds me of the world as I saw it at that moment in time.
I will probably be the only one to ever appreciate this inferior blurred image but maybe it will spark something in a stubborn character you are trying to bring to life.
Maybe the character is hiding something from you; afraid to reveal their passion, their fury or the fact that they are bat-shit crazy.
Tell them it’s okay. Everyone… every living creature [even saints] have moments of madness at some point in their life. Heck, even Jesus got mad. Wasn’t he ticked-off/pissed/irate when he turned the tables over and cleared the temple? Damn right he was!
And what about the insanity so many of the great artists/creators in history suffered from? Think about that, eh?
Allow your characters the freedom of expression. Let them be mad.