Writing Wednesday has been moved to Sunday Funday

One of my many goals, not resolutions because resolutions sound so resolute while goals can be evaluated and modified if needed, for 2010 is to dedicate at least one day a week to writing.  After NaNoWriMo I was burned out on my novel but oddly missed the frenzied and terrifying exploration.  So here I am at Starbucks on Sunday evening trying to recapture that old spark.

As you can tell by the title I planned to start this Wednesday, I can’t resist alliteration, obvious or not.  Life, as it does, had other plans so I moved things back.  That and as much as I love snarky, British humor I couldn’t watch another episode of Black Books or Nevermind the Buzzcocks.

I’m starting off easy too, one blog post.  I haven’t posted on my personal blog since I started my new job, which involves writing for three separate blogs.  But I still feel like a hypocrite when a new colleague says how great my blog is.  Then I open the page and see Puppet Van Gogh staring at me, disapprovingly.  So a post to get things started with some other goal exploring.

One of my personal goals, maybe not this year, but in my general professional career is to develop my storytelling skills.  I loved my storytelling class during my last semester.  It was like jumping off a Jamaican cliff, exhilarating, terrifying and incomprehensible how I found myself flailing through the air.  To start off I’m reading Beastly by Donna Jo Napoli.  I read an article this week about feminist fairytales and her work was cited favorably.  Which struck me as interesting since I read a book of her’s and did not care for it.  But I’m willing to be wrong so I’m reading this and also a book by Jack Zipes, recommend in a very back-assward way by Melissa Marr.

Another goal, revise.  I hate revising.  As a former language teacher I know that is blasphemous but I do.  I got through lots of college and grad school without revising.  Sure I would read through for typos or glaring grammar issues but for the most part true revision was something I avoided, or only after a teacher looked it over.  I don’t see the issues until they’re pointed out to me.  Which is paradoxical because I can easily spot mistakes in other’s work.  Not that I have this crazy hubris and think my writing is fantastic and perfect the first time around.  My first drafts are crap, just like 95-99% of all people.  So committing to revise my novel is almost as difficult as committing to writing one in the first place.  I have my story, mostly, well minus an ending.  What I don’t have right now is the why.  Why are these characters in this story anyway exciting? Interesting?  What about this story is fresh or captivating?  One of my crazy out there goals is to publish a novel one day.  You hear about all these first time writers getting books published.  Sure you also don’t hear about the thousands that don’t even get rejection letters but I’m delusional enough to believe that I could do it.  I’m rational, not insane and have some level of taste (sometimes).  So I think I might be entering this revision thing from the wrong angle.  So I started my year of writing off easy, one blog post and then maybe writing an ending to this novel thing.  Oh wait, there’s life calling, wanting to go to Kuma’s.  And sorry novel, you can’t pass up pass Kuma’s.  Tomorrow my pet.