Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Deliver Me

The New Year has delivered me to my writing. The manuscript, notes and characters I put down almost a year ago have come to life. The excitement is back, and building. My bedroom, my writing space, is adorned with various and assorted items that inspire me: posters, art, photographs.

Can anyone tell me why my iPhone
pics keep reverting to sideways?
While at Fernbank Science Center the other day, I bought a dragon (because, yes, there will be dragons), and was gifted a poster of the oceans and seas (because I love maps and this is maybe the coolest one I've ever seen AND it inspires me).

Now that I am writing again, I seriously need a new chair. And writing gloves. My current chair was a $20 thrift store purchase last year. It has served its purpose, considering I haven't spent that many hours a day in it. However, my left butt cheek sits at an angle and is about an inch lower than my right.
 
Dude. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that this can not possibly be helping a hip condition I wish to be rid of. Nor is it conducive to holding my head straight.

Vic Caswell suggested writing gloves. This house has no insulation and my crooked chair sits in a corner through which cold air seeps. Even with the heater at my knees and a blanket tucked behind me, my fingers get cold.

The rest is cake. I'm happy to be writing again, even cock-eyed. When I sat down at the first of 2012 and pieced together the already-written prologue, prophecy and main body of the story, I realized I had a substantial beginning.

But as with any muscle, the writing muscle is one you lose if you don't use. I literally have had to force myself to sit still in this lopsided rocker and write. But I perservere.

It is paying off. In the last three weeks I've added close to 10,000 words, upping total count to just shy of 18,000. Some nights the words flow. Other nights I edit. I am of the 'edit en route' variety of writer. It helps me with the flow, it helps me stay in character, and it keeps my butt in the chair.

Some nights I can't write at all, but my butt is in the chair to watch my television shows on hulu.com. Or to read.

Whatever it takes, I am telling this story. I'm doing it. And the only way that'll happen is by keeping my butt in this chair and my nose in the story.

~ ONWARD ~ Olivia J. Herrell

P.S. As usual, I searched youtube.com for a song somehow related to my topic. Here is Sarah Brightman and a wonderful cast singing Deliver Me.

6 comments:

Michelle Gregory said...

so glad you're writing, dear. this summer, i'll be slowly furnishing my own writing space. until then, i'm collecting little things here and there to put in it.

Karen Jones Gowen said...

This is so cool!

Elliot Grace said...

...and when available, your work will be splayed upon my Kindle, your story my entertainment for the evening ;)

El

Olivia J. Herrell, writing as O.J. Barré said...

Michelle, thank you! Me, too. I didn't realize I had been gathering things for quite a while, until I put them on my corkboard and around the room. I'm excited for you!

KarenG, thanks!

El, sweet El. Why can't I cotton up to ereading? I abandoned your book almost halfway in (though I LOVE your book) and I am kicking myself for not having bought the paperback. In fact, I should just go ahead and splurge. I'd've (is that a word?) finished SOC long ago if I had.

Thanks for poking your head in, it's the mo I need. I'll be by your place soon to see what's up in Charmville!

~ Olivia

February Grace said...

So happy to read this! It inspires me not to give up hope that maybe I can find my way back to it too.

Write like the wind! (and good luck with the hip- mine is giving me all kinds of grief these days so you have my sympathies!)

xoxo
bru

vic caswell said...

writing glove-ists represent! boosh!

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