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personal reflection writing

#Trust30 – prompt #2 – TODAY

Day 2 of the #Trust30 30-day writing challenge from ralphwaldoemerson.me begins with this prompt:

Today by Liz Danzico

Your genuine action will explain itself, and will explain your other genuine actions. Your conformity explains nothing. The force of character is cumulative. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

If ‘the voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks,’ then it is more genuine to be present today than to recount yesterdays. How would you describe today using only one sentence? Tell today’s sentence to one other person. Repeat each day.

(Author: Liz Danzico)

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Okay, this prompt is much less scary than yesterday’s prompt, but no less intense. There seems to be the beginning of a theme forming for me here, one of writing in a much more condensed version than I normally do; yesterday it was for 15 minutes and now I am supposed to encapsulate today in a single sentence. And I assume it shouldn’t be a run on. Okay here we go.

Today begins with sunshine, new growth in the garden, and a cat nesting in the papers on my desk, and hopefully those papers…

Sunshine, a napping cat, and multiple piles of papers filled with creative bits spread across my desk, creating comfort and possibilities for today…

Today begins with the warmth of the sun, the comfort of a napping cat, and endless possibilities hidden in handwritten notes spread across my desk.

Today begins with the welcomed warmth of the sun, the comfort of a napping cat, and endless possibilities just waiting to be explored in handwritten notes spread across my desk.

[Hmm… these seem to be getting a little long – more than a mouthful, if I am to “tell today’s sentence to another person”. Let’s try again:]

Today the papers strewn across my desk beckon with endless possibilities and…

My desk welcomes me with a napping cat and haphazard piles of papers filled with possibilities and…

[What if I drop the metaphors and symbols and go for a simpler response?]

Today is a day that anything or nothing at all could happen, and I will be content either way.

Today is filled with decisions and choices, as is every day, just some have more weight than others.

[Well, this isn’t going anywhere terribly insightful – ha!]

Describe today, describe today… Today is barely begun and yet it feels like a day rooted in comfort and filled with possibilities.

I woke up early and quite awake this morning, which is a rare occurrence, with my head filled with thoughts of the future and tasks of the present. Today will be a good day.

[Yes, I know, that’s 2 sentences].

Today is feels like there is only a few moments for all the tasks laid out before me, and yet there will still be time to look forward and revel in the endless possibilities of life and love.

[And with that said it really is just time to just get on with today].

How’s your day going?

 

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personal reflection writing

#Trust30 – 1st prompt

I just signed up to participate in the Self-Reliance, Ralph Waldo Emerson online initiative.

#Trust30 is a 30 day writing challenge. You receive a daily prompt and respond to it… in writing. So I sign up, THEN I check out the 1st prompt:

Gwen Bell – 15 Minutes to Live

We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.

1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.

(Author: Gwen Bell)

So, um, ya. Just reading that scared the shit of me… that’s a response, right? Like I actually felt a shot of fear reverberate through my gut…that can’t be good. Now I am thinking, holy shit maybe I should have checked out the 1st prompt BEFORE I commitment myself. Why couldn’t we talk about our 1st childhood memory? Trust me that would have been hard enough. I mean, sure I write about death and destruction and heroes pulling the world back from the brink of disaster (etc) but I don’t really want to imagine myself dying, having only 15 more minutes with so much left undone, unsaid, unshared. The idea of it makes me all heavy and sad, and why go there, why wallow?

But that’s not the exercise is it? If I push past my initial reaction, I see I am suppose to focus my attention on the story that has to be written, that I only have 15 more minutes to get out into the world or, at least, out of my head. Well, that’s different, isn’t it? Though no less daunting, because I am not sure that in this particular moment I have any story locked in my head that can actually be told in 15 minutes. And any story I have that can be so concisely related? Well, I share those every day, as they occur to me. I guess I am just lucky that way…telling stories is like breathing for me. They would pour out of my head, or at least dribble out of an ear, the right one, I think, if they had actual mass.

Speaking of only having 15 minutes to live and write, more than a little part of me would die, if I couldn’t be a storyteller anymore.

What about you? 15 minutes to live: GO!

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ebook publishing writing

AFTER THE VIRUS – 2nd draft book cover

Thank you for all your feedback (most of it via Facebook). Based on your concerns and, of course, also your “likes” here is a 2nd draft of the book cover for the AFTER THE VIRUS ebook.

I also worked up a version with a biohazard sign and then a version combining the biohazard sign and a smaller bloody handprint, but I like the simplicity of this version and the visual impact (especially in thumbnail size).

Again feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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photography writing

Writer thwarted, once again, by feline

As I am puttering around this morning–feeding animals, emptying the dishwasher, turning the tomato seedlings–I find I have the opening scene to my story, THE NINTH DRAGON, running around in my head… images, full sentences and all. So I hustle into the office to jot down these thoughts only to discover that I am out of scrap paper. Serendipitously (hopefully!) I have used an entire draft print of my novel, AFTER THE VIRUS, to brainstorm a series of short stories set in that universe.

Anyway, I remember I have some coloured paper upstairs that is who knows how old (5 years maybe) so I grab a 1 inch stack, title and date the top page and settle in to write out the first scene (or at least the parts I have running in my head).

I swear I only turned away for a second, but that is all it took to lose the paper to Leo, pen and all.

I seriously hope this isn’t a commentary on the quality of the writing–the paper makes a better bed than book? Or perhaps I really should just stop reading into every little thing the cats do. They like to sleep on things–end of (potentially dull) story.

Insert even cuter picture here:

Now get back to work! Me, not you. You feel free to do what pleases you.

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research self-publishing writing

Researching self-publishing

A Drive-by, link-filled, FYI post:

This is some of my research into self-publishing so far:

On the Web

Books

Read:

Currently Reading:

In my Queue:

Waiting for library copies:

Still sourcing:

  • Perfect Pages – want to read Aiming (link above) before I purchase this.

People

  • Amanda Hocking – I’ve been following Amanda’s self-publishing success story with much interest and took the time to read her young adult trilogy, Trylle. The books were interesting enough to hold my attention long enough to read all three, but I wouldn’t necessarily recommend them unless you are a true fan of the genre (young adult paranormal).
  • Michelle Demers – Michelle, a local Vancouver author, just self-published her book Baby Jane. And I hope to read the book very soon and then pick her brain over lunch next week!

Etc.

I have also looked into the possibility of hiring someone to proofread and do the layout, but feel confident enough to tackle the cover design myself.

I want to look professional, but this is, as all independents are (unless you are George Lucas), a shoestring budget sort of thing. It’s a balance of time and $$. Could I write another novel in the time it might take me to learn how to do all this myself? Perhaps (though hopefully this isn’t going to take THAT long!!). On the other hand, I think it is good to know the hoops even if you don’t plan to jump through them all by yourself.

Anything I’ve missed, so far, that you would consider recommended reading?

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writing

A reaction to POKE THE BOX by Seth Godin

So I just read POKE THE BOX by Seth Godin, which has been released through his new partnership with Amazon, The Domino Project.

Now, I must admit, before I launch into my rather verbose reaction to this book, I didn’t buy PTB when it was first published–even at it’s very accessible introductory price (.99). Why? Because I am not a big fan of motivational or self-help books. I generally find such books a slog to get through, and it always seems that I already know (even if I don’t practice every day) their fundamental principals. However, when I received an email yesterday via The Domino Project about Steven Pressfield’s new book, DO THE WORK, I was intrigued enough to click through and read more. First of all, this book has a corporate sponsor (GE), which is completely brilliant. And second Mr. Pressfield wrote THE WAR OF ART, which occupies a spot among all my “creative” and writing books, possibly right next to Syd Field. The thing is, this book was a gift, a birthday gift from a beloved cousin, who has since chosen to leave his mortal coil, and, I must further admit, I have never read it. So I signed up to get a free copy of DTW and vowed to read AofW beforehand.

Then I started to feel a little guilty that I hadn’t supported The Domino Project further when I completely believe in its principals–so I downloaded POKE THE BOX.

And then I read it.

As I was reading, I kept coming across underlined passages. This was my first time reading with the Kindle App and I had not turned off the “others have highlighted this” option. Then, out of the blue, I too felt like noting down a section. So out came a blue post it note (hence the picture with this post), because I thought it might be a good exercise if I took the time to answer this question Seth had posed–the one that had captured my attention enough that I actually scrawled it across a sticky note.

Then I made more notes and more notes.

Next thing I knew, I was thinking about the book–thinking about my reaction. Thinking about how it felt like it was time to wake up, it was time to step forward; it was time to stop listening to that voice–the one inside my head that had been undermining me for such a long time. And it was time to stop listening to the voices around me, at least the echoes of voices around me, that I had been listening to, that I had been giving so much power.

I realized I have been hiding. I have been waiting. And that it was time to move.

So, I decided to share my reaction to POKE THE BOX.

Then I decided to self-publish some of my writing, because I am tired of waiting to be handed the opportunity to have people read my work–just read it, and hopefully react. I’ve got stories to tell. I’ve written a lot of them down. I’ve even filmed some of them, but I’ve always waited–for film festivals, for broadcasters, for agents and now for publishers.

And you know what? I hate line-ups. Almost nothing is worth the time lining up takes–especially when you can order it online. So let’s do that.
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Upcoming POKE THE BOX posts (not necessarily in this order, as the 1st topic, aka sticky note, is the most daunting):

  • If you had a chance to do a TED talk, what would it be about?
  • You haven’t poked the box if the box doesn’t realize it’s been poked.
  • The challenge is to focus on the work, not on the fear that comes from doing the work.
  • Hollerado
  • Part of initiating is being willing to discover that what you end up with is different from what you set out to accomplish.
  • If you could build anything (and you can) what would you build?
  • If you can’t fail, it doesn’t count. &  When was the last time you set out to be promiscuous in your failure?
  • Don’t speak up. If you see something, don’t say anything. & Speaking up is not safe. People might get offended.
  • “There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth. Not going all the way, and not starting.” – Siddhartha Gautama via POKE THE BOX
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writing

writing a (crazy, bloody, funny)(insert adjective) love story

I have a crazy, bloody, dark & funny love story resting underneath my fingertips.

I’ve been working on unleashing it for a couple of years now. Yes, a couple of years.

I know that this story starts with a funeral, ends with a wedding and people die in-between – hopefully only the bad or irredeemable guys, though I make no promises.

The story is about all the crazy things that happen to us, the crazy things you think you can’t tell anyone or… you know… they’ll think you are seriously insane or on your way there at least. Except true love doesn’t acknowledge deal breakers and the person who is your perfect pair is just as fucked up as you, only differently – so, you know, you aren’t fighting over the same energy. Plus with each other you can leave all that shit behind anyway.

There will be lots of rain, guns and a musical number in this screenplay, probably under threat of death. There are childhood friends and drug dealers; in fact they might be one and the same. There will be a stalker and an ex-wife, who may just as well fall in lust themselves. Someone might be pregnant, someone might be a spy – actually that might be the opening to the plot – he runs an import/export business – ya, right. She’s a colour blind interior decorator who has a thing for dance poles and 80s music, she also can shoot a gun, but why is nobody’s business. Cue sweet songs & honey – it’s going to be a wild ride.

And I am going to do it all in 90 minutes – 100 tops.

Listening to: Real, Real Gone by Van Morrison

Channeling: The Coen Brothers & Penny Marshall

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vancouver writing

March 14, 2011 – Thought of the day…

LOCATION: home office, Vancouver, BC, Canada

WEATHER: Rain – currently pouring – though seconds ago the sun attempted a break through.

TODAY’S TO DO LIST: flesh out new idea for AFTER THE VIRUS prequel **Note: can it be called a prequel if the storylines eventually overlap? Will need to check into that, eventually, if the story makes it beyond brainstorming.

PROGRESS: Null – have been answering phone calls and emails instead.

MUSIC: Fidelity (youtube video) by Regina Spektor – will mostly likely be on repeat while I brainstorm, which was very helpful last writing session.

EATING: Raisin & Hazelnut Milk Chocolate Bar (Green & Black’s Organic to be specific). Gone now, was only ½ a bar.

READING: nothing currently, but have the ASTONISHING X-MEN vol. 6, FELL & IGNITION CITY on my desk. The fact that Astonishing is also written by Ellis is coincidental, though he, as a writer, was recommended to me the other day – hence the other two titles.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  I’m wondering about the house across the street, which, today, seems to be under going a (minor) renovation. A few months ago, the homeowner carried drywall and some lumber into the house, and then, a couple of days later the house, which looks to be of fairly new construction, was listed for sale. It sold. The owners moved out. No one moved in. The house was re-listed. It sold, again. New owners moved in. The house is now empty (again) (I seemed to have missed the moving in/out part). More construction is now taking place, more woodcutting, tradesman vehicles, and perhaps an appliance of some sort was just delivered. I am waiting to see if the sale sign returns after today.

I am really, really hoping the house is haunted or perhaps it’s an alternate universe anchor point, but it is probably just water/leak/mold issues.

Too bad.

Also, not as interesting, so it really shouldn’t be holding so much of my attention today.

Oh, look the sun is making another attempt…

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writing

That line you feed yourself…

…it’s just bullshit, Meghan.

“The writing isn’t flowing, because I haven’t found my voice within the story,” I say to myself whenever I am restless and distracted, whenever I want to justify not writing.

And it is bullshit. The worse kind of bullshit – my own – lying to myself, because:

I AM MY VOICE.

Making note of that here, publicly – officially putting myself on record.

I AM MY VOICE.

That is all and everything. Back to writing. Oh, yes, feel free to call me on it – much appreciated.

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writing

January is for writing – a (bloody?) comedy about love.

I’ve been working on my comedy about love this afternoon, no it’s not a romantic comedy – because I said so.

I’ve been playing around with a couple of opening scenes (set at a wake) including this one (set in the bathroom of a community centre).

Trixie dramatically flings open her stall door and then slumps against it. She shakes the pregnancy test (now out of box) in her hand.

TRIXIE
(confessing)
He’s a partner.

MINX
Ever heard of a condom, stupid?

AMANDA
Did you flush?

TRIXIE
It broke.

AMANDA
The toilet?

TRIXIE
The condom.

MINX
They have pills for that.

TRIXIE
Took one. This was the earliest test I could find.

MINX
You could’ve just dropped by the hospital.

TRIXIE
I knew you’d be on the way here –

AMANDA
Listen, I know this is all terribly important, but I am having a real issue with the unflushed toilet.
(dramatically whispering)
It’s right behind you.

Trixie sighs and then leans over to flush the toilet.

This script is going to totally rock – because I said so.

ETA: Belatedly thought I should provide visual proof of writing… hence the desk shot. I also have final draft, scrivener (which I am trying out) and i-tunes running on the computer. I especially like the inclusion of the envelope… did I run out of scrap paper? why did I think grabbing an envelope was the best choice at the moment of inspiration? Ah, well. I just go with it – it usually works out for me that way.