Blog Everyday in August #5 - Some thoughts on writing.

I honestly don't know how I am going to keep up with posting a blog every day this month. Especially since I seem to be writing these post way after midnight. I guess I can't continue with that when school starts (19 days, but who is counting?) but I am just too wired to write during the day. This might also be why I still haven't finished my novel.

Of course it might have something to do with the fact that I have my narrator and her boyfriend in a cellar with a crazy murderer and a whole lot of blood.

But no biggie.

Maybe that is the topic of today's (tonight's) post. WRITING.

Also known as "Why the hell haven't you finished your novel yet, you idiot?" You choose.

I love writing. I still can't really define why, for I just start blabbering about creating new worlds and giving birth to characters, but that is really it. I have a vivid imagination, and I'm always making something up. Even though I haven't written much lately, there is a constant flow of stories in my head. I have so much I want to write down, but due to a current decrease in confidence when it comes to my "talent" I just haven't.

This is truly one of my biggest problems: I keep doubting myself.

These stories, they're so vidid in my mind, so alive. When I put them down to paper (or in this case hard-drive) it seems so lacking. I can't portray my heroines fears without making her sounds like a fluffy lady, or I can't properly describe the scenes to make them as impressing as they are when I imagine them.

I guess it just takes much training. But training takes time and I won't have that when school starts this year.

But sometimes I am on a flow. Those who know how it is to be on a flow... Oh, dear. The words just pour out of your hands and somehow, like magic, align on paper the way you want them to. The characters have chemistry, the scenes are amazing and the plot, oh the plot, is without holes.

It's truly marvelous. And then you get stuck again.

I suppose that is one of the most wonderful things though. Sitting down by the computer after a long dry-spell and finding that you suddenly have inspiration. Oh, I love it.

My novel though, it has reached a stop.

I started it during NaNoWriMo 2009, and when November was over, I simply didn't have time to look at it for months. When I well did, I realized it was nowhere near completion and began writing like crazy. Now, nine months later, I'm at 80 thousand words and I hate about 70 thousand of them.

It is too silly.

But I shall, in the few days between my Oslo trip and London trip, try to look at it, and maybe, if possible, get my characters out of the hole alive.

To be honest though, right now I just feel like killing them all.

The Thing of the Day: I definitely just made chocolate balls with pear-sugar and caramel sprinkles.