Showing posts with label Growing obsession.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Growing obsession.. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The obsession continues

 This strange obsession with typing has begun to get on my nerves! Honestly, hopes that the laptop would crash and never work again grow as my annoyance grows. Most of the time I swear I have nothing to do with it. It's happening, I see it, I am aware of it, but not really there for it. Who is this crazy-ass writing a book? I know, a space alien put a chip in my brain and it's controlling me! Okay, right. Yes, I actually thought this. Then a voice in my head sounding like Sheila told me to shut up because I was too distracting. So I did.
 Once I reached 124 pages it was time to stop and see how it reads so far. Will ya' look at that! There is a pattern and side track stories are minimal, can even be shortened, but it's being told from a third person. Not a conscious decision on my part, but I really like it. Those books I chose to teach me my structure are coming in really handy! Good. No more thinking about any of the editing stuff now, just get the whole thing out and fix it later.











 It's telling the story of this beautiful paralyzed woman meeting a nurse that has been seeing her in his dreams for 20 years from a similar perspective of someone watching a movie and telling someone the full story in "bullet points". The only things being described are what is known and fact. That's the important part. No embellishment. This is a true story and needs to remain factual, or I can say "fuck it!" and delete it right damn now! No? Not allowed? Okay fine then! Do your thing,destiny, I'll stay out of the way. But if you're pulling a twisted trick on me I will choke your celestial ass out! Hopefully I will have enough material to reach around 180-200 pages. Fingers are crossed!
Two Hearts Intertwined, One love One mind Eternal



Monday, March 24, 2014

The beginning of an obsession.

 The computer crashing was scary. It really seemed this experiment came to an end, I was so wrong. Over the rest of March the process continued. At some point in every day I found myself in front of the laptop typing. More often my memories were being activated for the specific time frame I was covering. I'm more aware of how it works, and have been letting it do what it wants. Something was bothering me though. I don't know how to write a novel. With so much information what do I decide to put in and leave out. It crosses my mind that I really am writing a book, not that I want to jinx it by admitting what I'm doing.
 It needs to be coherent. Since there is no telling Sheila's side, it has to be about us both. The original design was for her to write her view and me mine, then we combine them into one book with two sides being told. Everything was going fine until I read what had been written and a voice in my head not my own kept telling me I had things in the wrong place. After 2 weeks of correction, I took a couple of days off and it began again. Before the end of the month I had nearly 50 pages. Around 2 pages a day seemed pretty good, for someone with no clue. I still didn't want to tell anyone what I was doing. If the computer crashed and I lost it all, that would suck! Crashes were happening a lot and the computer wasn't acting right. Mike got a phone call to ask if he would look at it and see what I have done to mess it up. User error! Mike sent Robyn and she showed me all kinds of neat computer things to keep me in line. Everything was back on track.
 Over April my page average increased rising to 3.5 per day. My typing skills were picking up too. Still, I would not admit to anyone my secret project. Until one fateful day in the middle of the month....I had taken a break after typing for a bit early in the day. While riding my high of where I was in the story because it was coming to a really happy part, I answered Abby(neighbor) asking if anything interesting was going on because I seem in a strange mood. Before my brain caught on to what I said I had already told her "I think I'm writing a book." The secret was out now, she had to know details. Since I'm her brother from another father and mother, I answered her questions candidly. But she is the only one who knows!