By Melodie Campbell (Bad Girl)
(As usual, this post will sit on the wacky side. But
there is a serious message behind it all.
Why? Why do we spend hours and hours alone in our
garrets, piecing together stories that may never earn us a living wage, or even
see the light of day? Are we insane? Or, as I pose, does writing keep us sane?)
But back to our regularly scheduled blog post:
Rowena is arguing with Thane. Cedric meets Soren the demon for the first
time. Kendra can’t choose between
Richard and Logan…or is it that young cousin of the Viking Warlord, what’s his
name?
Gina and Nico are planning an art gallery
heist. Uncle Seb is about to kick the
bucket, and he didn’t die ‘cleaning his gun.’
Pete is caught with counterfeit moolah, and slips through the portal to
Land’s End…
No, wait a minute.
Wrong book. Wrong series. Even wrong genre! Plots, you’re getting yourselves mixed up.
It’s 3:15 AM, and all is not well in my head.
I’ve come to the conclusion that my characters hate going to bed.
Like little children, they race around in my head,
determined to have yet another adventure.
Problem is, they stumble over each other in their bid for freedom. Series start mixing in decidedly zany ways.
(Okay, back to the point of this blog.)
WHY AUTHORS WRITE:
We authors control what our characters do during the
day. It’s one of the things I love about
writing: the ability to control the world
in a way we can’t do in real life.
I can’t control the real world. Sometimes the script being directed from
above is pretty painful. In my case, it
contains an autistic brother and heartbreaking care-giver burdens I can do
nothing about.
But I can
control the world I create in words.
In my fiction, I control my characters, put them
where I want them, alter their lives, change the time, the year, the setting,
give them astonishing adventures and dramatic endings– it’s glorious,
unfettered control.
But at night, even they go wild.
In the wee hours of the morning, my head is a
playground for creative creatures, both human and fantastical. They have adventures even I haven’t thought
of yet.
So here’s a job for you scientists out there. Figure out a way to capture the nocturnal
plotlines that create havoc for us authors as we struggle to give our brains
some needed snooze-time.
And in the meantime, can you guys please keep it
down in there? I’m trying to sleep.
Billed as Canada’s “Queen of Comedy" by the Toronto Sun (Jan. 5, 2014), Melodie Campbell achieved a personal best when Library Digest compared her to Janet Evanovich.
High, girl!
ReplyDeleteWouldn’tya love a forever Upstairs,
an eternity of aplomBombs??
An extraordinary DHTML @ warp-speed
with no zooillogical-expiration-date?
With an IQ much higher than K2?
Here’s what the prolific GODy sed:
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe
(what I write);
God believes in you.
God. Blessa. Youse -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down…
High, girl!
ReplyDeleteWouldn’tya love a forever Upstairs,
an eternity of aplomBombs??
An extraordinary DHTML @ warp-speed
with no zooillogical-expiration-date?
With an IQ much higher than K2?
Here’s what the prolific GODy sed:
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe
(what I write);
God believes in you.
God. Blessa. Youse -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down…