Growing with the flow… what the heck does that mean Darlene?
It means…. I’ve learned not to force things.. no forcing traffic (never works), no forcing two hours of work into an hour and no forcing the writing.
When I force a character, it feels false. I have learned to leave that character be and when it is time, that character will pop up and say, “Hey! You! Over here! I’m ready to jump in and take over.”
Ahhh.. there you are my sweet. My characters are little pieces of me peppered with the traits of others. They must be placed at the right time with the right voice.
The voice. EEK. My voice is their voice and their voice is my voice. I know after the first chapter write as I re-read my work that a character sounds “just right” or sounds “LAME.”
One of my characters is a pimp. His actions, traits, flaws, tone of voice and wording must resemble that of a pimp. No, I don’t know any pimps, but I have read about many and seen a few in movies. As I write the character outline of my pimp and then fill him into the corresponding chapter, having him say something un-pimpish is, well, unbelievable and it simply will not work.
That is unless his back story is that he was once a college professor and it just didn’t pay well enough. Plus there weren’t many women to degrade… hmm…. not bad.
Anyway. This week I am ROWing with the flow. Tonight I am taking my daughter to work and there is a Starbuck’s right next door. My butt will be firmly planted along with my laptop, a bottle of water and a cup of delicious coffee. She is working for three and a half hours.
Yes! Three and a half hours of writing, people watching, eating a tasty morsel or seven and really hunkering down and getting to the meat of my plot. I am about to start Chapter 2 and I really need to add some substance. With two jobs and all that other hugamaloo, I am finding that I have little time to write. 😦
My goals for this week are simple. Read, Write, Blog, Comment. That’s it. Usually I have a slew of goals that get bashed into the mud because it is too much. Sure, I start out with the Super-Wonder-Indestructible Woman attitude. By the time Thursday rolls around I am deflated and mad at myself.