@the-wip-project Day 75

@the-wip-project Day 75

Do you write in past tense or present tense? Why do you prefer one?

When I started writing three years ago, I used to write in the past tense. My first two published stories are told in the past.

And then I saw that meme somewhere here on Tumblr...

That ended me 😆 (and my past tense story-telling)

@the-wip-project Day 39

What kind of traits make a character interesting?

I've read a bunch of answers to this question, and like @sayonaramidnight, multi-layered, complex, conflicted characters are the most appealing to me. Especially if this complexity is non-apparent from the start. It automatically pulls me to the edge of my seat, expectant of the moment when they'll jump that plot-cliff. I'll be ready jump with them!

One collateral answer could be this, I live for the moments when this character is making THE DECISION™. The one that's going to flick the first domino of the series and trigger the course of actions they didn't know they needed. It might come with some collateral damage, some violent life-changing upheavals, heart-breaks, the end of important relationships even.

Such decisions require a determination that doesn't come easily for some types of characters. It can take a few chapters to bud and grow; it also can the spur of a instant. In any case, it's a beautiful thing to witness, as a reader and as a writer (*sniffles* proud) But the courage that comes thereafter to face the consequences is what makes a character a hero to me!

@the-wip-project Day 44 & 45

Share a cool phrase from a WIP:

This kind of questions always intimidates me because I'm a bad judge at determining what is cool from what isn't in my writing (I didn't answer to a similar one previously provided for the same reason), just like I don't know what's funny or not. To be more exact though, I second-guess myself a lot (and I guess a lot of fellow-writers are the same). At the time I wrote the following extract, I remember I thought it was pretty cool (and that's the main reason why I'm pasting it here) but weeks later, I wouldn't be so sure...

“How about you tell me how a learned Northern boy ended up here?”

“How about you tell me what you’re going to do with me here?”

“I told you, I’d like some conversation. For some reason, you intrigue me.”

“For some reason, I cannot fathom why.”

“Let’s say I like it when history and fate meet. Though, to be honest, I’d really like to get out of that historical event we’re going through right now. Like, asap. I mean, I get it: we’re all pissed off at being apart, separated by a random line picked up by some geography nerds. Nobody asked our opinions, questioned our ways, debated about our sovereignty, brought up our rights. Fine. But somehow, in some dude’s twisted logic, ignoring us a second time, trampling over us, humiliating us not only appeared as acceptable but also a good idea if our own kind did it, invading our asses. Like, let's double the fun? Is that it? What kind of brothers do that, seriously?”

“Angry brothers,” Junghee says.

“Hungry brothers,” Yoongi corrects, looking Junghee in the eye. “Brothers that have been pushed out of their fucking minds and starved into insanity. Brothers who can no longer think by themselves, so much so they’re ready to follow any moron who promises them glory and riches because all they hear in the middle of their phony rhetoric is the promise of food at last. And you’re turning away the one I’m offering you? You should be ashamed of yourself.”

He's delivered that argument without losing his countenance, nor raising his voice one single time, nor even blinking. The even and disembodied tone, so in contrast with the heartfelt words, hits Junghee like the punch in the face he had expected earlier, but stronger.

“Eat.”

Write five keywords that describe each of your WIPs:

1/ Map of the Soul: secrecy / reconciliation / self-discovery /travelling / societal pressure

2/ Pup ART: family patterns / self-indulgence / relationships / trust-building / second chances

@the-wip-project Day 42

What’s an an old idea that you’ve discarded?

The honest truth is that there are actually 5 wips in my greenhouse.

Two of them have made their way out of it straight to the main house, in full daylight, to be pampered, watered, nurtured into growth. One of these is already the size of a monstera, the other is giving me nice and healthy stems :)

There are three left. One is a single stem, green and proud but barely an inch tall. I started writing it, erased, rewrote, erased, rewrote. But the whole plot is planned out in my mind; the moodboard has been ready for ages (one of the first thing I did when the idea budded) and I know I'm attached to it. I just can't write it, for some obscure reason, but I can't discard it either. There's another that hasn't made it to my computer yet, but has remained there, in its earthy, seemingly barren pot. I water it once in a while, the roots look healthy still. I don't know what to do with this one.

Finally, there's this dry heap of dust, with a withered, blackened stem jutting akimbo in the middle. I haven't tended that one in years and I'm ashamed to say, I'm letting it die. I initially wanted to adapt an old classic play, "Les Fâcheux" ("The Bores" in English, I think) So classic and old that hardly anybody knows it in my country, despite having been written by Molière. I came across it while tidying up my bedroom at my mom's and read it. The language is dated, but the idea is funny. Set in a modern setting, I used to think it could be a fun read. It narrates the day of the protagonist, determined to propose the love of his life despite her tutor's objection. He's on his way to fulfill his goal at all costs, but is constantly hindered by a series of drags, bothering him with various topics.

Even now as I write it, I seriously doubt the actual fun in that plot, just as I doubt my skill in making it funny :\

@the-wip-project Day 57

How do you always nail your questions with how my moods and thoughts behave? It's honestly incredible.

I've been having a hard time writing recently, sitting down to try, only to stare at a blinking cursor on my screen. The bitter irony is that I know what I want to write - the scenes are all set in my mind, the dialogues, the atmosphere and all. But the motivation (I could go as far as talking about the belief) in what I write is running into smoke. I second-guess every single idea, tone, setting, intention, deeming the whole thing as pointless. And although it defies rationality (and is just a symptom of a tired state of mind at the moment, I'm aware) it's clear the enthusiasm has flagged. It doesn't happen often fortunately, but when it does, it's pretty nasty.

I'm sorry I've not answered your posts either, even though I read all of them and thought them through in my own time. Everything's so super interesting, even though I sometimes ended up feeling a bit overwhelmed with the amount of information and directions to try out. Life gets in the way indeed. Besides, I know I'm a hardcore pantser and very rarely use tangible tools, and I think I'm starting to understand why, why it fits my writing personality (if there's such a thing): and in a couple of words, I feel free.

I'm not saying planning out and plotting are restrictive processes. I do some planning of course: my plots are all set up and I have regular writing sessions - see post here) but I've realized while reading the previous questions that the creative details of my writing do not really obey a sort of organisation, of structure, of meta-thinking etc. If/when they do, it's because they've decided it by themselves haha.

I thoroughly enjoy the moment when I put my life and job on pause (two things already centered around hard planification) and turn onto myself to dig out the remnants of my last daydreaming session, to recapture the ideas that had popped up in the middle of a meeting, the dialogue bit I heard in the school corridors. These instances escape every kind of control (I can lose them anytime) and I love that idea of freedom! It's like catching glimpses of wild animals in their natural habitat; if they want to reveal themselves to me so that I can take a picture of them, they will. If not, I leave them alone to their free will, and come back later.

I don't think it'll push me as far as dropping the wips off. I love my stories too much and my dear writing friend @stankris is here. Moreover, even though losing the motivation and the sense of writing while they usually provide serotonin, is sad, I know it is part of the process. Maybe accepting it can make it easier, rather than pressuring myself even more. I suppose that, as long as I feel entitled to my stories (which is the case), I'll be fine.

But these were my 20 minutes writing something, so thank you 🙏 Take care <3

#100daysofwriting, day fifty-seven, 2021-07-27

Hello writers!

I was listening to Rachael Herron’s podcast yesterday, the one where I stole yesterday’s question from, and in episode 245, in the intro, she talked about how enthusiasm for our writing always flags after a time. Life gets in the way, distractions come up, and writing falls by the wayside. She talked about how we always have to re-prioritize our writing because if we don’t, it will drop off.

It sounds weird that we lose our enthusiasm, doesn’t it? This is something we want to do, this is our special thing, shouldn’t we always be excited to write? Shouldn’t we easily find the time every day to write? That’s not how it works. As Rachael said in that intro, nobody ever just finds the time to write. It doesn’t happen. You have to prioritize your writing again and again. You have to make that choice.

So today, we’re prioritizing our writing. Take 20 minutes and write. No matter what, no matter how, you take those 20 minutes and write.

Today’s homework:

Block 20 minutes to write and then tell us what you wrote about.

The daily questions are just an offer to give you an idea what to write about, you don’t have to use them. You can talk about whatever you want and show off whatever you like. You can reblog from this post but I think it’s better if you make your own post. Tag with #100daysofwriting, mention this blog, keep mature themes under a cut. Please let me know if you don’t want to be mentioned anymore. I like and reply to your posts as barbex.

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Me as a writer: It must be perfect, or they will all know I am a fraud, and no one will love me.

Me as a reader: Give us your tired verses, your poor prose, your half formed 2am conceptions yearning to be realised-