Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
These bruises you've given us...they will fade
These cuts on our cheeks...they will close
These bones that you've broken...they will mend
These physical scars...they will heal
But this...this part of us that you have stolen...
we want to be strong. We want to roar! We want to heal!
But this...this place...
You have taken something from us that we can't get back.
We don't know if this will heal.
We cry out in rage and then break down in desperation.
We would prefer death.
These cuts on our cheeks...they will close
These bones that you've broken...they will mend
These physical scars...they will heal
But this...this part of us that you have stolen...
we want to be strong. We want to roar! We want to heal!
But this...this place...
You have taken something from us that we can't get back.
We don't know if this will heal.
We cry out in rage and then break down in desperation.
We would prefer death.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, November 19, 2010
How do you get to know your characters?
I just noticed that I'm writing 5-10 page snippets from different parts of my character's existence. Almost like snapshots from her life. I know there are major continuity errors that will have to be fixed when all the pieces of the puzzle are put together, but I'm enjoying getting to know her this way. How she reacts in certain situations, how she treats different people, how she speaks....her personaltiy is solidifying before my eyes :-) Or, in my words :-)
I wonder how other authors get to know their characters.
I wonder how other authors get to know their characters.
Just got really into a part of a story I'm working on and I realized I have to go back and change everything!!! Okay that's an exaggeration.
The time period is three thousand years ago and I'm writing about a cell she's in and the guard drags her in and out. And I'm trying to decide how she's being kept in there..what action will he take to keep her in there? Did they have iron bars and keys and locks? Doubtful. So I say screw it and keep writing.
Only to realize later that the reason it's been bothering me, is probably because cells back then would have been holes in the ground. Grrr....
Rewriting: the best part of writing :-)
The time period is three thousand years ago and I'm writing about a cell she's in and the guard drags her in and out. And I'm trying to decide how she's being kept in there..what action will he take to keep her in there? Did they have iron bars and keys and locks? Doubtful. So I say screw it and keep writing.
Only to realize later that the reason it's been bothering me, is probably because cells back then would have been holes in the ground. Grrr....
Rewriting: the best part of writing :-)
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Musings
It's not the noise.
The incessant noise.
The screams.
It's not the shrieks that keep me awake at night. Those are the sounds of life- of the fight. A tortured fight, true, but a fight. I can hear their gasps, their cries, their moans of pain. But I know when they return to their cells at night, they are thankful to be alive.
It's the silence that scares me. It's the silence that wakes me. It's the silence that pounds in my ears.
The fight is over.
The silence means death has won.
The incessant noise.
The screams.
It's not the shrieks that keep me awake at night. Those are the sounds of life- of the fight. A tortured fight, true, but a fight. I can hear their gasps, their cries, their moans of pain. But I know when they return to their cells at night, they are thankful to be alive.
It's the silence that scares me. It's the silence that wakes me. It's the silence that pounds in my ears.
The fight is over.
The silence means death has won.
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