September 30, 2012

Night Musings

It has come to my attention that I may have my most productive hours deep in the night, when the only sounds are my fingers on the keyboard and the occasional wayward car outside on the street.

I'm writing a paper (one of many, as they keep us busy here in graduate school). Try as I might, I was completely unable to work on it in the daylight hours. I whiled the day away, unable to get the academic gears flowing until after the sun had set. Vampirism was wasted on Bella -- give me the habit of the night and I would run with it, drunk on all that power of creation, masterworks spilling from my fingertips at the drop of a hat.

I've struggled to decide whether this nocturnal habit is a product of actual heightened creative power at night, or whether it's borne of the frantic desperation of a procrastinator. After several years of living with this condition, I've settled on the former. (NaNoWriMo probably had quite a lot to do with it, back in the day -- all that lamp-lit scribbling into the wee hours of the morning.)

Or it could just be wishful thinking. If you come up with an alternate hypothesis, I'll be writing my paper.

September 28, 2012

A little moment of squee

Tonight I went to the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award Ceremony. It was the most entertaining awards ceremony I've ever been to (although who am I kidding -- I've never been to a real awards ceremony before). All the acceptance speeches were on the scale from amusing to downright hilarious, and there were tuxedo-styled chocolate-covered strawberries afterward. What more could a girl ask for?

The squeeage comes from the fact that I met Elizabeth Wein tonight (of Code Name Verity fame), and I couldn't think of anything to say other than "I read your book. It was amazing." (I was exceptionally forgettable, I'm sure. But I did get a signed book out of the deal.) Most of the time I spent staring at her, wondering how on earth could such an amazing book have come from such a normal-looking person. I'm serious. How could that possibly have come from her head, which appears to be such a normal head?!?

I suppose I can take heart in the fact that if a normal-looking person can write an extraordinary book, then perhaps there's hope for me. Someday.

September 24, 2012

On that note...

...That draft I said I'd have finished by the end of October?


Stuff got in the way. Graduate school stuff. Commuting stuff. Job-hunting stuff. Funny how there's so much STUFF lying around, just waiting to eat up your day.

Not to mention the fact that this idea, while totally intriguing, is lounging half-baked in my head. I don't know the rules of the world! Who matters, who doesn't! Whether wishes really can come true! Suddenly it seems I've turned into the sort of writer who needs to KNOW things about the book before she can write it. The idea of throwing out words onto the page with not the vaguest idea of what comes next terrifies me.

Is this what it's come to? Outlining?

It appears so, friends. Don't despair--I'm still aiming to finish this draft by the end of October. It just might involve a little more staring blankly at a wall than I previously anticipated. I'll keep you updated on the goings-on.

Current Status:
Writing: ...staring blankly at the wall (word count: 0)
Reading: Magic or Madness (Justine Larbalestier)
Watching: Revolution
Listening: "Won't Go Home Without You" (Maroon 5)

September 18, 2012

Lofty Goals

Hello from the other side of the abyss.

I am halfway through my second week of graduate school. My criticism course may eat me alive - so, in case I'm missing, that's probably where I am. Being slowly digested by reams and reams of predatory paper. Other than that, it's too soon to tell one way or another. The only thing I know for sure is that it is bizarre being a student again after being a so-called "real" person. I don't like it. (The subjects and intellectual development, yes. The state of being, not so much.) I don't like it one bit.

Anyway, I finished my book at the end of July. A month-long break has stretched itself into September while I made excuses (but I'm moving cross-country! but I must find a job! but I must leave myself enough time to do schoolwork!), and here I am having not written for longer than I planned. Things happen like that, I find. It's easy to get ferried along the path of least resistance.

No longer! I say. Let it now be known that I am writing again. That I have written and will write in the future! That I plan to have--dare I say it--a draft of my next book completed by the end of October! That's a lofty goal, that is, but I respond better to deadlines. Time to get serious again.