An Author in Search of Six* Characters (*six not required)

I've been blogging a lot lately. Given my tribulations with the DMV, it's probably healthier that I deal with my frustration using my writing rather than use, say, physical violence. That's the nice thing about writing. It's such a great outlet. Of course, it's also nice to unleash a torrent of frustration on a listening ear- I have a few of those and am grateful for all of them- but there's something nice about pouring your heart out about how you really feel. As you've probably noticed from my Stephanie Meyer rants, I tend to be slightly opinionated about...certain topics, particularly books.

I also love to blog because it's like a daily writing exercise. My writing has been at a bit of a standstill lately. I sent out queries to agents and haven't heard a word back, not even a rejection. Since I made a promise to myself that I'd try much harder to actually do something with my novels before I started another one, that promise seems to be buried in my subconcious and putting up a wall whenever I think about starting a new novel. I have a couple of ideas but none which are leaping to the front of the queue. So I've been doing little writing exercises to get myself over the hurdle of not writing.

When I write, music is of the utmost importance. In all honesty, every one of my novels has been inspired by a song that I've heard that's caused my mind to create a story around it. Sometimes the story is influenced by the song. Green Day's American Idiot album inspired a whole novel. I never stole from Green Day but I let their music weave a story in my mind using phrases from the songs to create a framework. I still love that novel because whenever I listen to American Idiot, Jimmy DeLeon, my main character, is suddenly in my mind again.

That's what I've been doing lately. I've been listening to songs and then writing based on that song. Last week, I did a short piece based on The Airborne Toxic Event's "Sometime Around Midnight." It's an awesome song, romantic, yearning, full of heartbreak and sadness and nostalgia. So that's the short story I wrote. I have no idea if it's legal or not to do that. I'm not plagarizing the song, just letting it tell me what to write. Now I'm doing one for Coldplay's "Viva la Vida." That one is harder because there are so many possibilities.

Whether or not it is legal, I don't care. I do care that I'm getting over my mental block. I don't consider it writer's block because I am still writing and I figure if I refuse to believe in writer's block, I won't ever suffer from it. I might have writer's 'obstacles' but not writer's block. It's the same thing as when I am in the middle of a novel and I get stuck. One of my tricks is to 'go out' with a character. I suppose that sounds insane to anyone who doesn't write but it's a really great way to get over being stuck. When I go out with my characters, I usually pick a location that suits the character. For example, in my romantic drama about a skateboarder and his unattainable crush, I was having trouble getting inside the skateboarder's mind. His name is Jamey. So I decided we needed to go to the beach (much easier in California than it would be now in Ohio). I packed up my bag, took my notebook and headed out. It turned out to be a rainy, cloudy day but it also ended up being perfect. What I do is 'interview' the characters, just let them talk to me. Sometimes, I'll ask questions, sometimes I'll just let them tell me their history.

It does sound crazy when I type it out but, I'm telling you, it's never failed to work. It's not like I'm actually talking out loud to them. I only do that in places where I know people won't see me. No, I just let it be a thought process between us. I've learned some fascinating things about my characters that way.

I suppose to a non-writer, that really does sound a little mental. After all, if I create a character, I should know everything about him/her already, right?

Not for me. I think I've explained before that I never really feel like I create the characters. They just sort of find me and they're the ones that guide my story. I tried hard to steer my last novel but my main character just didn't change the way he was supposed to and I ended up with a different version of my novel than the one I'd originally planned. The one that I did finish was better, it was twistier, darker but also ended much differently than the novel I'd set out write. I think that was the moment when I truly did realize that I don't control my novels, the characters do. I like that.

So, the question is, do I still keep up the ever-necessary quest to find an agent, stalling future writing in hopes that my past writing will get notice or do I take a break and write something new, riding out the storm of this nasty economy and hope that publishing takes an upswing and agents are more willing to read unpublished author's work?

I think I'll see what happens. I'll keep my mind open to new characters, new music, new ideas and, when I'm ready, I'll start a new novel. I think that's the best I can do. I'd say I was holding out to win the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award but, as I've said, that's a crapshoot, something for me to do with a finished novel rather than a place to truly pin my hopes and dreams. It's just another unanswered question like those queries I sent to agents; I never thought I'd want to be rejected but better that than no response at all, I suppose. I always was a creature who liked closure.

You know, I am starting to get an idea for a novel about the DMV so maybe I will start something new.

Happy Tuesday.

The Disturbing of My Peace

Thank goodness it's Friday. That's a cliche, of course but this week seems like it's taken forever to pass and while it hasn't been bad, it hasn't been particularly joyful either.

Still, the weekend lies ahead which means a little time to regroup before I'm back in the office. I'm looking forward to sleeping a little. It's been super cold this week and getting up in the mornings has been tough.

Of course, that may also be because I have new neighbours above me. They moved in just a little while ago. Our apartment building isn't the most soundproof but, prior to these new neighbours, the noise level that leaked to my apartment wasn't too bad. With the exception of the beeping alarm clock, of course.

These new neighbours...how to say it....are really loud. No, they're bloodly loud. They're young 'uns, meaning that they look to be in their early twenties. They don't seem to have grasped that while there are some students in our complex, most of us are grown-ups who are trying to get away from living amongst the university students. We don't want to be around frat parties. Ok, so the boys that live across the hall get a bit loud during basketball or football games but I can live with that.

My new neighbours don't seem to get that. They're the type to blast music until midnight. It's that really annoying type of music in which one song drags on forever, the pulsating rhythm a monotonous drumbeat on my ceiling. Yet since they did cut off the music by midnight, I was ok with that, mostly.

What I'm not ok with is the phone conversations I can hear at 2 a.m. One of the boys is clearly having girlfriend issues and likes to shout at her on the phone. He's mean. He calls her names, really crude ones, yells at her to tell him the truth and the normal heated things that angry boyfriends say to angry girlfriends. However, this has now been happening for the last three nights. I've banged on the ceiling and that seems to work but in order to do that, I actually have to get out of bed which is NOT good for my sleep cycle.

I do feel very sorry for whoever's on the other end of that phone call because my upstairs neighbour is super mean. Given that he's such a young 'un, I can't help but wonder if it's worth it. I mean, any relationship that has 2 a.m. screaming matches on the phone on a nightly basis seems like a little too much work to me, you know?

I agree, lovers do quarrel. Yet I'm telling you, if any man spoke to me the way my neighbour speaks to his (ex?)girlfriend, I'd hang up the phone on him. I don't like to hang up on people, even accidentally. Yet sometimes, there are easy ways to end angry conversations. And trust me, I know it's a girl because of the sex-specific names he angrily calls her. He actually called her my very least favourite name the other night. I'm not typing it out but it starts with c and ends with t and is just not a nice name to call someone. For me, that would be the end of the conversation.

Yet, not for our loving couple, half of which lives above me. They seem able to go at it for hours. Maybe it is true love and they're working through some kinks. However, I dearly wish they could work through those kinks at a more decent hour and, perhaps, a little less heatedly and a little more maturely, but to each his own, I suppose.

Of course, I get the feeling I'm not alone in my 2 a.m. wake up call. I noticed our building manager posted a sign telling everyone to keep the noise level down as people actually do have lives and have to get up in the morning to do things like, say, go to work. I'm guessing that perhaps the noise level is even worse for the neighbour who lives beside them. I'm really hoping that the kiddies who live above me either realize that they're disturbing the peace or end up moving out. I wouldn't mind either option, actually.

Wow, that makes me sound old. What can I say? I need my sleep.

Happy Friday.