So anyways, I have a lot of posts up my sleeves, I just need to take the time to shake them out for you all haha! But I wanted to pop around to give you an update and some writerly thoughts. No tips or tricks or how to's this time. Just writer-pal to writer-pal chatting. ;)
First of all, I'm currently expanding. You might have already noticed I'm on YouTube, but in case you missed it... I'm on YouTube! It's an all things bookish channel, with behind the scenes, book tags, fun book videos, reviews, and more. I am posting a couple videos a month on there, and I'd love it if you go check it out and subscribe!
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Next thing on my mind....
If you haven't gone through some of your old writing files and notebooks.... go do it. :) I keep everything, and I mean everything. Even all the cringe-worthy stacks of notebooks from when I was eleven to thirteen and wrote about kidnapped princesses and clumsy 14 year old guys in the Underground Railroad. (I know... what?? lol) I'm a big believer in keeping this stuff, even if I don't like it. Why? Well there's a few reasons.
1. Sometimes there's actually good ideas in there that you can use in new things. Don't laugh, now. It's true. While, for sure, there's a lot *wrong* with your old stories, there can be some hidden gems in all the roughness. Clever ideas, nice use of dialogue, a pretty piece of description, a unique character... you certainly had them before, and if you look past the clumsy writing or cliche plot points you can find some great stuff.
2. It shows you how much you've improved over the years. Nothing is better for a confidence boost then realizing how good you've actually gotten. Don't compare yourself to others around you... compare only to what you were yesterday, or the month before, or three years before. Without being hard on past you, of course. ;)
3. It helps you lighten up-- it's ok to laugh at your old stuff, and it can be a good way of remembering that writing isn't always so serious.
4. Sometimes you can see strong points from your previous writing that maybe you've lost over time. Reading old things can help you see what your strong points were then, compared to now. Maybe there's something you had a knack for before that you've lost or maybe aren't doing as well now. Rereading old things can help you see what.
5. And sometimes you find things that got buried or forgotten and maybe they're actually worth looking at. Whether it's something you lost interest in for a time, or something that was put on the back burner as other projects took the forefront, sometimes when we go through old things we find something that actually shows a lot of promise... and we can get re-inspired! :)
So with all that talk about looking at previously written things, you've probably guessed that I've been doing a bit of that. And yep, it's true. Not a whole lot, but here and there in the past month I've gone through some old things just because. And that's when you find things like this:
She had been christened Oceana, and it was rightly so, for the sea was in her blood. Today, as she walked along the beach in a midday drizzle, the storm coursed through her veins as much as it did on the water. It was cold--the kind of gray, foggy daytime cold that had not a breath of wind but chilled to the marrow just the same. On most occasions, it would not have bothered young Oceana Spraggs. But today, the cold settled deep in the pit of her stomach and she hurried on, head bowed.
She was a tall girl, and sturdy for her age of nineteen. Her hair and eyes were both black, and altogether she possessed a look of orderliness and positive health. She stopped for a moment near the shelter of a swooping dune, sitting down on a gnarled, sea-scrubbed log. She breathed deeply as she sat, a flush rising into her cheeks and her eyes snapping more and more the longer she rested.
"I will not!" she burst out, between clenched teeth. "Of all the preposterous ideas!"
From behind, sand shifted in near silent movements as a young boy came scrambling down the dune, a large black umbrella in hand. "I thought as I should find you here!" he called, slipping up behind her and sheltering her with the umbrella. "You shall catch a miserable cold, dear."
"I shan't--but you are kind of thinking of me so." Oceana looked up and managed a smile at her younger cousin. He brightened and sat down next to her.
"What were you thinking so much about in the rain, Oceana?" It was a simple inquiry, but the flash started back in the girl's eyes. Her cousin shifted uneasily, adding hastily, "I do not mean to intrude."
"No, no--" Oceana covered her eyes with her hand. "I've only been rather disgusted with today in general. But come, a gentlewoman shouldn't be complaining so, should she, Gregory Spraggs?"
Gregory smiled, standing up and gently pulling at Oceana's arm. "No, dear, but if you should like it, I'll overlook such rules for a time."
Oceana shook her skirts free from the sand and hooked her hand around Gregory's arm. "I do not wish to talk about it presently, I'm afraid, but you shall find out soon enough, I'd expect." Here she sighed deeply, but Gregory did not ask any more questions.
Together they walked up to the wide, sprawling white house situated directly above the dune and little beach. Here was where Oceana's wealthy uncle and his family lived, as well as her and her brother, ever since the loss of their parents when Oceana was age nine. Her brother was now positioned quite nicely on a merchant's ship, and was somewhere in warmer weather, that was to be sure, but today was the first time anyone had seriously mentioned a drastic change for Oceana's peaceful life at the Light House, as her uncle’s place was commonly called.
Apparently this is the beginning of a story I started to write when I was fifteen. (There's more to it, I just gave you the first snippet haha!) I had totally forgotten about it, but here it is.... plot very vague in my memory (and no notes, lol...I was such a pantser), and all I know anymore is that it's some sort of 1880's ish sea faring adventure kind of a tale.
So what do you think? Do you like going through old things, too? Did I convince you that you should? haha.
I'll be back again soon, but until then, have a lovely time and happy writing!