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My Rules When I Write

Friday, February 1st, 2008

As an entirely self-taught author, living secluded in my room most of the time, I've still managed to make up a few rules of my own when it comes to writing. I'll share them with you.

1. Sentence Length

Keeping your sentences' length to a good "level" is one of the first tips you should earn when you write, no matter the purpose (school, law, job applications, blogging, etc.). It is not so much excessive length or extreme briefness that can go wrong, as it is inappropriate length.

A series of short sentences do not necessarily make action seem faster. It rather makes it appear broken into pieces, "chopped up", which, while it can be your wish, is not always a desirable effect.

Longer sentences with carefully chosen words can create beautiful descriptions of landscapes. "Chopped up" sentences, as I mentioned above, can create the ambiance of a confused, near-death person whose thoughts wander around a room. Let's try describing a landscape with such sentences.

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Neglecting Writer

Saturday, January 26th, 2008

I've been a neglecting writer since the holidays, but my dreams keep reminding me of my creative side. I make dreams that inspire new stories. However, I know it is no use to start twenty novels at a time. I can write down the idea, but I must delay the actual writing until I have something completed, else I won't finish anything before some forty years.

I'm suffering from pain in the upper back (on the right side only) since last Thursday. I felt it starting during my group therapy and developing during the evening. I'm not sure what has caused it, but I've tried having better control of which position I stand and lie in, and it feels a bit less worse than yesterday...for the back only. My neck is rather tense this morning. I guess it would help if I had a "normal" sleeping schedule.

Spring Walk

Wednesday, December 26th, 2007

I just took a long walk in the Old Montreal, for about two hours. The weather was just perfect. It was neither too fresh nor too warm, not too windy, not rainy, sunny but not overly so...I went to the old harbor, I love this place. There are a couple of ponds, one of which has some kind of "island" with a few trees and benches. I sat on the grass, leaning against one of the trees. This is such a comfortable position, your butt and legs freshened by the grass and your back comfortably installed.

I came back to delight in a capiccolo (spelling?) and tomato sandwich (with mayonnaise, of course). I just finished eating and am now sitting at the computer (duh!), listening to good music and drinking a huge glass of water. The one thing I longed for during my walk was something to drink, but I didn't want to buy anything there because I knew it would be far too expensive. I was going to buy a popsicle in some shop on the way back, but then I remembered I have some delicious ones in the freezer. This means that I will have taken a lengthy walk, which is good for one's legs, digestion, sleep and mind, at no cost at all. Isn't it wonderful?

I'm still working on my novel. I haven't written much since yesterday, but it is forming in my head progressively and I'm satisfied with the result up to now.

My sister and her boyfriend are going to the United States next Monday "to climb up a mountain". This means that I will be alone all day long, unless Eric comes here. I'm trying to see one of our common friends (his best friend and a not-so-well-known friend of mine), but he's pretty much always busy...

I know I have posted it several times, but, god, Green Day's old music rocks.

I have finally made my first entry on As A Dream and already have an idea for the next one. I only need to gather a few websites and think of a longer entry to write along with it.

I still don't know what I'm going to do next semester. I'm still in cinema for the university, but, for me, I'm not sure it's a good idea anymore. My "deepest" vocation is writing and I know it's

Filled With Ideas

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

I am filled with ideas of stories to write. I was looking at a project of mine (a secret thing to do with insanity of my own) and I saw several titles that suddenly woke ideas inside my head, or revived ones I hadn't had for a while. I'm actually even thinking of trying to turn one into a comic. Now, however, this would mean getting collaboration, something I have never done in my entire life. I can come up with a story and picture characters in my head but, when it comes to drawing, I fucking suck. I want original, publishable work here. I don't know who could really help me...

Eric likes to draw, but he is not too certain of his own talent and is often too busy or too tired, so I doubt he would be an appropriate choice. He has a friend who can draw very well, but I'm not acquainted with him well enough to ask for such a partnership.

I believe...no, I'm certain the idea comes in part from my reading the Fables comics, which I heartily recommend. The plots I have in mind are quite different, but the quality of this comic has given me...shall I say hope?

In other news, however, "real" life presents no interest to me. I barely eat, although I do still drink a lot of Pepsi and juice. I don't care for what time I'm going to bed. It's almost 5:30am right now and I don't care. I'd stay up until mid-morning, where I would take a short nap before getting back to putting my ideas on paper. Well, converting them into binary code, as I mostly do it on the computer.

I'm not really interested in seeing people, except one particular man, and, of course, Eric. I wish I could live off my creativity, but it is unfortunately impossible. Should I even be well off with my current income, there would still be so many things to do "out there", and that doesn't interest me at all. Why am I not the daughter of a rich artist?