Don’t even try to switch the window to else. No internet, no games, no e mail. Just no!
Or you will regret it, just like me. Right now, right here.
Damn!

… so make it as a puzzle

Eureka!
Do you remember my problem weeks ago about story which not clicked into places? It’s not a problem anymore. Well, sort of…

My mind so messed up with this story. I know how it starts, how it ends, the problem, and solution. Added with some sparkling conversations, awkward and girly flirting (but no tearjerking moments yet), I guess I have full amunition to finish the story.

But as you read, it haven’t finished.

And last night, idea stroke my mind. Well, it’s not genuinely mine. Maybe I have read it somewhere. Let’s say I re-stroke it. What if I write all my scenes, lines, and plot in pieces of paper and make it as a puzzle?

I was not worry whether it succeed or not; because I was worrying more about my tendency.

So, screw with tendency..

I wrote them all in pieces of paper, and arranged them as a puzzle. Clearly, it was a good idea. Because, a new idea came to my mind, filled the puzzle. And I found the missing link. Suddenly a picture exist when I have them all. Wow…

And good news is, I still want to continue the story.

Don’t read any story, or you will mess up with your own.

Especially when the writer’s block comes.

This rule originally is not mine. I found it when I read an interview in another site.

… If I do get it though, the way I deal with it is to force myself to write something. It doesn’t matter if it comes out rubbish, what’s important is that you’ve taken the first step to getting over the block, and you might find that once you start writing again the block isn’t as bad as it was before.

I’ve also discovered that for me it’s a bad idea to read other novels while I’ve got writers block, because it fills my head with their plots and I just feel stupid and inadequate, which isn’t nice. That’s just me though; I don’t know how everyone else deals with it. Throwing things might help, you never know.

When I read it, I smacked my head. It’s SO true.

Lately I found www.fictionpress.com. And it makes my days brighten up. But also darkening my writing world. Because I have tendency to jump from one story to another. So, I think it’s true, when someone said that reading fictionpress only in your leisure time. Don’t be always.

DISCLAIMER: It’s not that I’m mastering in writing, so I make rules. These rules are only for my guidance in writing.

There is no such a thing like writer’s block. No, I’m kidding. There is a writer’s block.
Every writer must have a writer’s block. But it’s not so important.

Because more important thing is: every writer must have bravery, in order to overcome writer’s block.

Bravery to write something rubbish. Bravery to read your rubbish writing. Bravery to separate your good rubbish and bad rubbish. And bravery to recycle your rubbish.

Because after you keep for a moment,
Rubbish can turn into compost, and it gave more energy and nutrient to your plant. At the end, you will get a beautiful flower.

That’s what I learn today.

Just because …

Enjoy the song…

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There’s a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Some day I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?
Some day I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?

Writing story is like arranging puzzle. You already have picture and pattern. All you have to do is placing into right place. And the puzzle will finish quickly.

So does the writing.

I just write a new story. Ten pages come so fast. Well, I start the puzzle from the edge, and result a first nice row.

I write scene after scene, and each of them stands separately. Because I think, I make the plot, the story.. Duh! I know exactly where they are. So each piece of puzzle will be fall right into their places, right?

Wrong. I feel stucked. Not stucked with the writer’s block which I used to get.

The puzzle doesn’t clicked into place.

So, it’s better to scramble all,  leave the first nice row (or scramble them too?), and start all over again.

Everything becomes anything because of timing
Something become nothing because of timing
So when the time comes, I know I must write
Before beauty become empty

There is no reason for reasoning
There is no play for delay
Because regret always comes late

Talent is golden
But hard work is not a joke

Yay, so we will find a pot of gold soon?

Nope. I haven’t get the novel. Yet.

This evening, when sun goes down, I came out from my house. The light of sun is dimmed. But instead of dark, the light is .. I don’t know what we call the colour. It’s like I wore a colour spectacle. Instead of green, the grass is purple. Instead of brown, the soil is red.

Old saying that it’s a rainbow (and it was told by someone older than me). Since I have not seen rainbow for a long time, I was looking around. But there’s no sign of it. So I asked him, where? He said that I won’t see that colours. Because I’m in it.

I’m in rainbow. Real rainbow. Waaaawww…..

What am I feeling right now?

Awkward. Real awkward, because I see things not in its colour. Voices so pale like I will be faint.

If I want to get a pot of gold I must be enter the rainbow first. So what is the feeling in the rainbow of writing?

I will let you know, when I’m into it.

Soon. I hope.

get my idea burn out.

Actually I’ve burnt my idea, because I want to split out the idea as soon as possible.

One morning, after reading newspaper, jumped from one to another article, short story to commercial, an idea stroked my head. In bathroom, I can’t get over it. The idea sounds crazy or more to say irrational. So I discuss to someone, try to find out if the idea is possible or not.

My fault is I let him know the whole story.
And I do regret it.

I don’t know how it gone so fast. After that idea become words from mouth and touching the air, my head is so empty. Feels like, the job is already done.

So wrong…

I remember this question is asked by Chinmi to his creator, Takeshi Maekawa, in Kungfu Boy New Series’ additional page.

Takeshi Maekawa show his four fingers.
Chinmi : Wow, 40 pages?
Takeshi Maekawa shake his head
Chinmi : 4 pages?
Takeshi Makeawa : 4 boxes

Ha ha ha…

Deadline comes nearer and nearer, chasing Takeshi Maekawa. But at the end, he finally make it.

I wish I can be like him. This year I miss my deadline in writing contest. Not just once, twice.. but three times.

In Something’s Gotta Give, Diane Keaton says that she just make a succesful playwriter with 1% talent and 99% hardworking.

I don’t know how much talent I have used, but I know that hardworking is below 10%.

Ohh.. stop whinning and go writing.