October 21, 2011 § 2 Comments
This sucks, and I’m a terrible writer. I can’t ever seem to get the ideas in my subconscious to come out in any sort of logical, interesting way. Even this little exercise about how I’m writing about how I’m a terrible writer is plagued by my internal critic. I can’t even write about writing about bad writing in a way that doesn’t suck. I obsess over every word. Do my ideas connect? They probably aren’t even interesting. I bet that I’m leaving out something totally obvious. Or someone else has already done this before and they have done it better. Way better. I shouldn’t even bother trying, because after all, someone else has already done it, and they have done it better. If I put something out there it will just waste people’s time. And what about the idea that isn’t already out there? Why don’t I write about that you ask? Well my internal critic has an answer for that too: Someone else can probably do it better, and when they do it will make your work look so terrible that you will be shamed forever. So it’s better to not even try because that way you won’t have to feel bad when people laugh at you. True, you’ll never actually accomplish anything, but at least this way you won’t get made fun of.
October 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
Writing Exercise: Develop a religion where people worship something that no one would ever worship in our world. And it can’t be silly.
These people worship Rhythm and Vibration. They believe that their deity manifests itself through vibration. It’s not all sound that’s sacred–it’s specific rhythmic vibrations. The longer, louder, and slower, the better. They believe that the chaotic noises of nature (e.g. wind, thunder, quakes, etc) are their God fighting the Silence. The Silence seeks to still everything, and stop all life. These people believe that the human heartbeat was given to mankind as a reminder and connection to God. They believe that the Silence seeks to quiet their rhythm by causing chaos in man’s soul. Sin causes the harmony of their own rhythm to fall out of sync with their God’s rhythm.
October 18, 2011 § Leave a comment
The prompt is: “You can never go home again.”
Lerit pulled gently on Switch’s reins and coaxed him to a stop at the crest of the hill. The old steed grunted in protest, but eventually halted. The small village laid out before him, nestled tightly in the small valley below. Lerit thought that he had been prepared to see it again, but he found himself surprised by how he felt. It had been three years since he’d left this village. Three years since the day he’d discovered his power. Three years since they exiled him for using it. Three years since he’d been forced to leave his home behind. He had expected to feel sad, or perhaps even angry at seeing the tiny village again. But instead he found he was relieved. It was good to see Creat again.
October 9, 2011 § Leave a comment
Here’s my first writing exercise. The prompt was “The prince has gone missing.”
Tendrin stumbled out of the brothel and into the frigid night. He cursed to himself as he pulled his long cloak tighter in a vain effort to keep out the harsh cold. It was the kind of bitter, stabbing cold that chilled a man’s very soul and removed all hope of ever being warm again. Being cold forever was a fear that tugged at the back of Tendrin’s mind often as of late. The nights were growing longer and the chill was getting colder. It wasn’t the topic of polite conversation, but people still whispered about it. In back rooms and around private bar tables rumors abounded that the time of The Long Night was finally at hand.