This is the state of my writing for the past... oh I don't know... two weeks or so.
I have these remnants of passages I would like to write for Evelyn's story. It is the pivotal, most significant passage in the story, detailing an incident which would make Evelyn hit rock bottom, and how she very slowly picked herself up and trudged that unconquerable hill until she found herself again.
Most of the times, I could simply pick a pen and paper, duck my head down, and the whole section would just... pour out of my brain and into said paper. I did, for a while, but the more I sat on it, the more I was convinced that what I had written was actually the middle of the passage instead of the beginning; and what I had written was just that; big chunks of sections rather than a fluid, fluent start-to-finish sections.
So with A LOT of regrets, I had had to tore off the pages I had scribbled on, and started again from scratch. This wasn't exactly a new thing for me - I have torn off pages before. Never though, in the whole four and a bit years I've written, had I had to rip 5 whole pages and start again from the very beginning.
I have started re-writing the sections, and touch wood, so far, I am very happy with the way it is turning out. It has more meat, the settings are more real. And with luck, I will keep at this without having to slip down a few levels again!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
From Dusk, 'Til Dawn...
Usually, I'm not a fan of waking up before the sun emerges through the dark, early morning sky. In fact, I am more than likely to be cranky as, and in danger of biting someone's head off, if I am woken up that early in the morning for no valid, substantial reason.
But I did just that yesterday morning, fumbling and stumbling my way through the still pitch-black bedroom and house at 5 in the morning. Not for no apparent reason, I can assure you. I have been invited to a breakfast meeting down the coast and didn't trust my ability to drive in a straight line and safely along the highway. So I had to wake up this early, beautify myself to the point that I could FOOL everybody that I wasn't still bleary-eyed, left the house at 6AM to get to work and be picked up by one of my bosses to get to the breakfast venue.
It was the beginning of winter here, and the sun didn't greet us until almost 7AM. Coupled that with the fact that yesterday was an overcast day, it did little more than change the colour of the sky from titanium grey to a subtle light blue.
I had a lovely time at breakfast, networking with those secretaries from other schools, and listened to a light-hearted, engaging guest speaker. What started as an early morning didn't end until somewhat late as I also had to take minutes of after-hours meeting at a different location. I left the office at 4.30 in the afternoon, to endure a close-to-50 minutes journey to the meeting venue, and in the course of twenty or so minutes, saw the sky transformed yet again, from barely blue to something resembling charcoal, and watched the lights of the vehicles around me shine so brightly.
It's something simple, something that greets and ends each and every day. It is something that you take for granted most times, just knowing that a new day will arrive. And yet, having not been accustomed to seeing it, the sight always strikes me anew, and fills me with the most wonderful sense of... awe; of peace; of calm.
But I did just that yesterday morning, fumbling and stumbling my way through the still pitch-black bedroom and house at 5 in the morning. Not for no apparent reason, I can assure you. I have been invited to a breakfast meeting down the coast and didn't trust my ability to drive in a straight line and safely along the highway. So I had to wake up this early, beautify myself to the point that I could FOOL everybody that I wasn't still bleary-eyed, left the house at 6AM to get to work and be picked up by one of my bosses to get to the breakfast venue.
It was the beginning of winter here, and the sun didn't greet us until almost 7AM. Coupled that with the fact that yesterday was an overcast day, it did little more than change the colour of the sky from titanium grey to a subtle light blue.
I had a lovely time at breakfast, networking with those secretaries from other schools, and listened to a light-hearted, engaging guest speaker. What started as an early morning didn't end until somewhat late as I also had to take minutes of after-hours meeting at a different location. I left the office at 4.30 in the afternoon, to endure a close-to-50 minutes journey to the meeting venue, and in the course of twenty or so minutes, saw the sky transformed yet again, from barely blue to something resembling charcoal, and watched the lights of the vehicles around me shine so brightly.
It's something simple, something that greets and ends each and every day. It is something that you take for granted most times, just knowing that a new day will arrive. And yet, having not been accustomed to seeing it, the sight always strikes me anew, and fills me with the most wonderful sense of... awe; of peace; of calm.
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