I am having some real trouble with this story I’m working on. I’ve hit a bit of a wall. I have pretty much the entire story mapped out in my head and in about twenty nine slightly disconnected scenes that culminate in approximately 43,000 words. Novel length. But something is still not right. I don’t know how to proceed.
A thought I had today, while struggling with the whole concept of life in the 1950s, my romanticized version versus reality, of how to tie it into a modern setting (aka. something I understand). But I don’t know that I really want to go there. The idea was to have the granddaughter of the de facto protagonist be assigned her grandmother’s scholarly work in one of her own college classes and having that be a jumping off point to explore the rest of the story that I’ve already written.* But I don’t know how I feel about that structure. I didn’t set out for this to be a story about a young woman understanding her grandmother better, or more wholly; even though I’m all about women understanding the women before them in order to better understand their own place in the world.
I suppose my question is: would it be a cop-out? Is it the easy way to tie in all the pieces I’ve written so far? Or should I keep searching for something more organic and stay in the fifties?
*The idea makes me excited because then I’d get to create new characters and I love creating new characters.
Writing this comic is a lot of fun. I don’t exactly date a lot, but I’m no cloistered nun by any means. I’ve got ten years worth of stories from my dating life, good and bad. This is very possibly the best idea I’ve had as an artist, making this comic. Children’s toys and collectible action figures are the very best mode of talking about adult relationships. We’re all children again when we’re doing it anyway.
I have been working diligently on my brain child, the shoddily put together webcomic about on-, and off-, line dating as told through the use of children’s toys and collector’s dolls. The first #JaneDates (prequel) comic is set to hit the Internet the afternoon of the 17th of December, 2014 on Tumblr.
Whatever happens with this project, happens. I’m just so excited for all of it’s amateurish glory! And happy to have an outlet (other than bad poetry) for my frustrations surrounding dating in my late 20s/early 30s!
I turned 29 today. Hard to tell, right? (I know, I’m so damn youthful!)
I thought I’d share this (lovely) picture of me waiting for the candles to be lit with you lovely people.
The things I spent my day doing:
Drank ALL the coffee (all of a sudden the pot was empty – I have no idea what happened, I swear!)
Tabled the scene I was working on for about an hour because I suddenly realized it didn’t work in the place I was writing it and moved on to the next part
Ate BBQ chicken and pineapple pizza
Didn’t finish the pot of tea I brewed
Went out for cow with my household (parents & one sister)
Cut the cake (and took the creepy picture above)
Responded to all the FB messages I received today (amazing how popular we are on our birthdays… — no, for real: once, in HS TWO SEPARATE groups of friends had me sent balloons at lunch; granted it was awkward considering the balloons came in bunches of 12 and I had to go around the rest of the day with twenty four balloons… still, I was supes popular for a day!)
I wrote this (very) short story last spring/summer and I worked it into my project for the Sketchbook Project’s Fiction Project. I worked in a frenzy back in November to have it submitted by the deadline and luckily enough I completed the book. It’s not polished, it’s not perfect, but it was fun. And now, the Brooklyn Art Library, who run the Sketchbook Project, have digitized it and have it in the digital library on their website: http://www.sketchbookproject.com. Check it out. Check out the other stories. Some very interesting and talented artists participate in this project every year.
People must have been stuck inside yesterday and really bored to read as much of this blog as the “Stats” page claims a few of you did. But, hey, thanks for reading!
I think I just got a call from an application I submitted weeks ago (and I’m tomorrow moving for a job).
I’ve lost a filling in one of my teeth and it doesn’t really bother me, but I think working outdoors is going to irritate it.
I’ve not yet written my Statement of Purpose or chosen a writing sample for my application — or emailed my former professors to see if they’ll write me letters of recommendation. I need more motivation than panic.
I can now access my old hard drive and all my writing from the past six years. That’s very exciting.
I have to finish laundry, run some errands, and finish packing. That’s less exciting.