Imagination Category Archive

I Was Not Born A Writer

I have heard it said, “I was a writer from the start,” but that was not me. I was not born knowing how to put words to my thoughts or how to take those words from my mouth and place them on the page. I was not born understanding the characters dancing in my head or the worlds that needed building. I was not born knowing how to cultivate a storyteller’s touch or with the drive to wade through the world of publishing.

I was not born with the knowledge of the Hero’s Journey or the necessity of a
Beginning

Middle

and End.

I was not born knowing how to bring a character to life, how to give them emotion, how to make a reader feel what my characters experience, or how to make them seem just as three-dimensional as a true-living-breathing person.

I was not born knowing how to understand my five senses and use words to describe them. I was not born knowing the dynamic simple sentence or how to string a complex sentence together. I did not know the difference between the word “red” and “amaranth”, “sad” and “doleful”, “smell” and “reek”, or “hug” and “cradle”. I was not born knowing there are words that carry power, that stick in a reader’s memory like tacky glue or molasses or silly putty or sweat.

I was not born knowing the importance of a comma, the necessity of a period, the gift of quotation marks, or the beauty of an em dash. Punctuation can carry as much power as a word. I was not born knowing that truth.

I was not born knowing that readers need to laugh and cry (often at the same time). Or that readers need to root for their characters. Or that readers need characters with flaws. Need characters full of flaws. Characters that have flaws and yet, they still rise. They rise and conquer. They conquer, despite those flaws. I was not born knowing that characters need to save themselves or save others or are saved because of their flaws.

I was not born knowing how to create rhythm or prose that speaks. I was not born knowing how to draft and edit or knowing the difference between pantsing and plotting. I was not born with thick skin.

I was not born a writer.

But.

But I was born a creature of industry. I was born with the ability to establish habits, particularly the habit of working hard and steadily. I was born with the desire to practice and read, practice and read, practice and read. I was born with an internal need to experience the world fully, to know the stories of fellow men, to understand the lives of the people who have come before me. I was born with the need to interact with others intimately and with the beautiful world around us—to make connections, to research and learn and learn and learn.

I was born with an imagination. I was born with a powerful brain. I was born with a subconscious that works overtime when I sleep and dream.

I was born with each of the tools needed to place the stories I brainstorm on paper.

I was born with the capacity to become.

Four years ago today, I was in a car accident that changed my life and set me on the path to write my first book, which led to the second, the third, the fourth, fifth, sixth and on.

I was not born a writer.

But it is what I am.

I’m Back…But Not Really (Plus a Dragon)

I’m not really back from my blogging break, I still have about 9k to write in my WIP and I’m hoping to do it before NaNo starts. I’d love to have my editing shoes on during NaNo so I can edit while you all write!

I’m popping in for two reasons, the first is that the lovely Cat Scully will be guest-posting in the coming week and it’s going to be a recipe post! (Yum!) I’m so excited. The girl is a cooking genius. Be sure you stop by.

Second, is to say I’m sorry for not posting the winner from the birthday giveaway! Random.org chose Talynn Lynn! (Your birthday memory was also pretty hilarious :) Shoot me an email to get your copy of The Night Circus!

And third, is to pass along this month’s theme (and next months for you NaNo-ers): Killing the Doubt-Monster

(Yes those are laser guns. Us writers are fierce.)

If you’re about to start NaNo, keep in mind that yes, it may be hard, but also yes, you can do it!! This past month has been full of writers-block for me, but I keep remembering that yes, I can finish this WIP in a month! (Umm…only 3 days left before my month ends, haha!)

I’m still over on Twitter, checking out people’s blogs through links you shoot my way.

:)

S is for Snodgrass

Jack Snodgrass, that is.

Have you ever heard a name that, when you heard it, felt like you’d been hit over the head by its awesomeness? Jack Snodgrass did that to me. It still does even after knowing his name for a year. There’s something about the normalcy of the first name, Jack, combined with the peculiarity of Snodgrass that gets my imagination all sorts of inspired. I dearly wish I could use his name for a character in a book.

What real world names have left you inspired?

(Jack Snodgrass is a former pitcher for Austin Peay who is in the Minors now. I first watched him pitch during the Atlanta regional, last year).

((I do apologize for my absence from the internet-waves. I will be home on vacation for my sister’s wedding until Tuesday.))

An Army of Santa’s

This is how Santa delivers all those toys in one night. Quite frankly, it doesn’t make sense; there just has to be more than one of him.

Santa Sleighs!

Don’t you wish you worked with me?? ;) You’d get one of these if you did. I’ve been making candy cane santa sleighs since early highschool and they’re always a hit.

All you need is a glue gun, some candy canes, other random candy (I like to mix up the chocolate with something fruity, hence the Reese’s/Laffy Taffy/Hershey’s) and a santa shaped chocolate (I get mine from the dollar section at Target). Glue ‘em together and Tada! You’ve got yourself a Santa Sleigh!

Merry Christmas!!

No, It’s Not Just Our Imagination

If you haven’t signed up for the Warm Fuzzies Blogfest yet, go check it out here! It’s going to be awesome.

I read a short article the other day in a magazine (that I can’t remember) that was based off of a study published in Psychological Science. I couldn’t find the study (though I must admit, I didn’t actually look that hard) but I was quite struck by what the article said and thought I’d share it with you all.

A study was conducted that basically said that we don’t just read because it engages our creative mind, but that “readers get the same psychological benefits of belonging when immersed in plot as when part of a real-world group.”

How cool is that??

We’re happy when we read not just because our imaginations take us away to other worlds to meet new and exciting people, but that our brains react as if the books were real, that the people we read about are real.

I think that’s pretty darn neat.