For my Advanced Fiction class, we are required to write a novella. What is a novella, you ask? It’s a short novel. My teacher wants us to have 20,000 words by mid-March. I am currently sitting at about 600 words.
At first, I struggled to come up with an idea. Most of my writing is (sometimes unfortunately) done in regards to characters who are “awake” and in my head. If the characters aren’t awake, writing with them is very, very difficult. They don’t want to do what I need them to do. Some refuse to move at all.
I had two that were moving. The first one was a side character. He had little to no depth or definition and really hadn’t been designed to be more than a body in the corner. I think that’s why he was awake, because he’s usually just kinda… there. He had a name, a general personality, and a general desire. Pretty basic.
The second character was a god-mode character. She’s the one I have simply because she is fun to play with. She is gratuitous violence, explosions, and sass. She’s a wizard who is very old… she’s forgotten how old because there were dalliances with time travel (because why the fuck not, brain?!) but she doesn’t like admitting it, so when someone asks how old she is she just says cryptic shit like, “I rode with Alexander and I wasn’t exactly young, then, either.” I usually have one god-mode character awake in my head at a time. For just… reasons. *tosses up hands*
Do you guys know what that means? It means I had to beef up my side character or shrink down my god-mode character. Since my god-mode character is extremely prideful and stubborn AF, I chose to beef up the side character. He was much easier to work with…
I am taking six classes this semester. They are all writing-based. This semester, I am taking:
Writing for Social Change
Genre Lit Studies – Fiction
A lot of them involve a shit-ton of reading, too. But okay, I’m writing a thing for my Adv Fic class. I have been writing ALL DAY. Apparently, when I write, everything else goes out of the window. So at 9:45pm I suddenly realized that I haven’t eaten, yet, and go to make food. I make the spaghetti, I make the sauce, but I forgot the hamburger. So I have luke-warm noodles, warm sauce, and frozen hamburger.
Also, my husband (who also writes) was bouncing ideas off me, trying to figure out how to make something that started out silly and fun involving kids at a school or something (I can’t even remember the premise) into something creepy. Y’know what my response was? “Light a kid on fire.” It sounded like a perfectly reasonable idea to my writing-grappled brain. It wasn’t until my husband stared at me in horror that I went, “Wait. What did I say?”
Writer’s brain. Thank fuck I haven’t been out in public, today.
I am an English major, so I actually spend time thinking about this shit.
There are nine parts of speech in the English language: Nouns, Pronouns, Verbs, Adjectives, Adverbs, Interjections, Conjunctions, Prepositions, and Articles. The word “fuck” can function as all of these things (if you squint).
Because I’m an English major I deal a lot with writing. We focus on vocabulary and grammar and punctuation and shit, so I know at least twenty other words that could be used for each part of speech instead of “fuck.” In some cases I know double that.
All of this being said, I still prefer “fuck.” ^_^
My editing class has progressed to actual editing, now. We are editing things from two of our school’s journals and something else. I’m not sure where that one came from but it’s entertaining, at least…
“This person wrote s-o-u-l-d. That is not a word. They used it twice and the context doesn’t make sense. What are they trying to say?!
“Is a stack still a stack if there’s something in the middle?”
“No, that’s like a pancake sandwich with eggs in the middle.”
“Dammit, now I want pancakes…”
“This bimbo put all these commas all up in here! There is no need for them! Did Shatner write this?!”
“This person’s missing a source. They’re missing two sources. They’re missing– Dammit! Where are the sources?”
“I don’t know who this is but I’m gonna slap a hoe!”
“This person used the word ‘individual’ seventeen times in four pages.”
“Seventeen individual times!”
“Is this a different size font?” *staring intently at page* “It isn’t a different size font, it’s an entirely different font.”
“What’s the signal for ‘two minute warning?’ I haven’t watched football in forever…”
“I think the question ‘what’s the signal for two minute warning’ is the signal for two minute warning in this case.”
I really want to start a new crochet project, but I already have something like ten in the works. Logically I know that I should finish at least one of them before I begin another project. At this moment, I have:
A shawl/jacket thing for my mother-in-law
A pair of baby booties (they are apparently harder than I thought)
A sweater I’m attempting to make for my eldest little brother
A headband for my husband
A scarf for another brother
A scarf for no one in particular, but I loved the colors too much to not make it
A hat for Grandpa
A pair of slippers for a friend
Okay, so not ten project. Eight projects. I should finish one before I start another. But the patterns are just so damn pretty…