Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This week's Theme: A Life Long Obsession

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Every girl has dreamed of being royalty, including yours truly.

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This age old passion has crossed over into the genres that I love to read and write

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And what I dream of doing with my hair

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I'm fascinated with all designs

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As long as they seem more practical, that is.

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Never too big

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And always just right for the proper events

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Keep on Writing!

God Bless,

SDG

Joy

First Writing Workshop!!!!

This last week I went to my first writing workshop, I had my first critique group, and I'm so excited!

Ever since last August I've been forcing myself  through the One Year Adventure Novel curriculum, fondly known as OYAN. I'm glad I'm doing it, because I've learned so much by it! Anyways, last week I went to their annual week long Summer Workshop. It was awesome! It was epic! There has to be a new word someone has made up that can describe it! I learned about story building, creating the illusion of reality, how my faith works into my stories via hope and redemption, plotting my stories effectively, and so much more! The speakers were Dan Schwaubauer, Jeff Gerke (aka Jefferson Scott), Jill Williamson, Mark Wilson (he's a community college professor who knows his stuff!), and Stephanie Morrill (she taught a few of the parent lectures). There is no way I'm not going next year! (Okay, only if God some how stops me, but I'm hoping that isn't likely. )

Our critique groups were named after Nebula (geek moment), mine was the Robin's Egg. My group mainly wrote science fiction (which is what I'm working on) with one time traveling story, a modern/fantasy/adventure thing (Even though we didn't know exactly how to categorize it, it was awesome! The author has a very fun and unique written voice), one fantasy, a sci fi treasure hunting story, and more that I can't remember at this time (my bedtime is really soon. . .). I got seven critiques that I'm stalling on going through (I'm holding my breath until I'm farther into my rough draft).

Writing is something that I love. I can see myself writing stories years into the future, it's just something that I do. If God doesn't lead me down any other paths, I'm about 95% certain that I'll be working on my writing skills until the day I die.

To God's Glory,
Joy

My completely odd and funny dreams pt. 2

So, my first dream I told you about was haunted with laundry baskets. Well, this one was definitely different, though I still can remember it rather clearly.

I had a dream this last week (I had typed this down early summer, and didn't put down the date) about a very strange house. It so happened that this man, whenever he opened a door without this “queen” (I imagined her as a queen in my dream, but she also seemed evil, so I should probably change that to evil queen) lady’s permission, it always led to a wall of some sort; never to another room or outside. But the windows always led to the outside, no matter where you where in the house.

In this dream, the man was captured to become the “queen’s” lover/fiance, but he did NOT want to be. He escaped, through the roof (I’m not sure how, but that is how it happened in my dream. Weird, huh.) At the time that he escaped, the “queen” had captured a young woman to be her lady-in-waiting. I woke up just as the young woman was led inside the strange house. 

This really could make a interesting story if used properly. . . At least better than the laundry hamper vampires! J I think that this dream might have been influenced by my Mom's school curriculum coming. . . There was a book of little known fairy tales in one of her boxes. Then again I love fairy tales in general.

My completely odd and funny dreams pt 1

Dreams can become the oddest inspirations. The following hold the possibility for future stories, or even comics. Just don't ask me how they looked, about half an hour after I dream't them, I lose the picture but instead carry the story with me instead. (The only difference is the one with the vampire one.)

One night, sometime ago (it was in the early summer of 2012), I dreamed that I was in a great big room. The room was huge; a giant rectangle that had a ratio of about 1:3, and the longest side was probably around 100 feet long. Three sides of that room were white, and the fourth side was made entirely of glass. It was the fourth wall that my entire and thorough attention was on. In the middle of that wall, was a door, and coming through that door was a strange parade that consisted of vampire clowns and laundry baskets.

Let me repeat,  I have absolutely no idea why I dream't this, but this is what I remember. Maybe people arguing over the supposed fact that clowns are supposed to be terrrifying, and my family's laundry keeps piling up (I don't even know how laundry baskets where vampires. . .). 

Dreams, BIG Dreams.

Okay, the title says it all. When I dream, I dream big. I don't just dream about writing a book, directing a movie, designing costumes and clothes, and more. All of these end up being dreamed up as best selling books, sell out movies, high end fashion or big movie production costume design, I can go on for ages.

But my problem always seems to be one thing: in real life, what can I do? Of course I can write, sew, and do other things, but I always end up procrastinating. I'm probably one of the worst procrastinators that I know of. From school that I don't like, to household chores. I'm working on this curse of man kind (for procrastination is really a fancy word for saying your lazy), but it is really hard.

This curse of laziness has probably been around since after the fall, but I must admit that I'm not sure when exactly. I don't even know where it first appears in the Bible (maybe after the flood?), but if Proverbs has any say, it has been around for hundreds of centuries and it doesn't like to let go of its victim.

Sadly, I have yet to find a cure for myself, and most likely this will follow me for the rest of my life. But one thing that I can say continually, work is a blessing and I will never tire of it (the greater majority of the time).

Sole Deo Gloria,

Joy