The Hectic Attic

Today I am sovereignty,
I am Morrighan, Bouddica, Macha … I am woman
in my body, is the ancestral blood
In my mind, the ultimate inspiration
in my soul, the energy of all those who marched my breeding ground, and walked not in vain

Today I am woman,
I am the one who collects the spoils of battle, who fertilizes the earth, who curses the unworthy … I am Sovereignty
in my body, the smell of lust
In my mind, memories of dancing moments
in my soul, a mixture of energy, light, passion

Today I am a druid,
I am the one who walks among the cries of war, amidst ancient forests, between worlds … I am inspiration
in my body, seeds of creation
In my mind, the light of Awen
in my soul, magic, strength, gratitude

Today I AM….

Aline Martins

Just in case you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, here is a hint Andrea Blythe gives you.

If you want to read my Nano Story, please leave a comment, I will need some beta readers for December.
Aline

As you know (from my previous post), I am taking part in the National Novel Writing Month this year, (more info at http://www.nanowrimo.org/ ), and I am about to hit 7000 words, hopefully 8000 even though I had a horrible Migraine and ended up in hospital this morning.

This is the kind of thing that inspires me more and more.
Bellow is Neil Gaiman’s pep talk to all the WriMos!

(for those who want to read what I am writing, please send me a message)

I’ll leave you with Neil Gaiman now,
Aline

Originally Posted by: Chris Baty on 11/18/2007 at http://www.nanowrimo.org/node/1065561

Dear NaNoWriMo Author,

By now you’re probably ready to give up. You’re past that first fine furious rapture when every character and idea is new and entertaining. You’re not yet at the momentous downhill slide to the end, when words and images tumble out of your head sometimes faster than you can get them down on paper. You’re in the middle, a little past the half-way point. The glamour has faded, the magic has gone, your back hurts from all the typing, your family, friends and random email acquaintances have gone from being encouraging or at least accepting to now complaining that they never see you any more—and that even when they do you’re preoccupied and no fun. You don’t know why you started your novel, you no longer remember why you imagined that anyone would want to read it, and you’re pretty sure that even if you finish it it won’t have been worth the time or energy and every time you stop long enough to compare it to the thing that you had in your head when you began—a glittering, brilliant, wonderful novel, in which every word spits fire and burns, a book as good or better than the best book you ever read—it falls so painfully short that you’re pretty sure that it would be a mercy simply to delete the whole thing.

Welcome to the club.

That’s how novels get written.

You write. That’s the hard bit that nobody sees. You write on the good days and you write on the lousy days. Like a shark, you have to keep moving forward or you die. Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny. But that does not matter. What matters right now are the words, one after another. Find the next word. Write it down. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

A dry-stone wall is a lovely thing when you see it bordering a field in the middle of nowhere but becomes more impressive when you realise that it was built without mortar, that the builder needed to choose each interlocking stone and fit it in. Writing is like building a wall. It’s a continual search for the word that will fit in the text, in your mind, on the page. Plot and character and metaphor and style, all these become secondary to the words. The wall-builder erects her wall one rock at a time until she reaches the far end of the field. If she doesn’t build it it won’t be there. So she looks down at her pile of rocks, picks the one that looks like it will best suit her purpose, and puts it in.

The search for the word gets no easier but nobody else is going to write your novel for you.

The last novel I wrote (it was ANANSI BOYS, in case you were wondering) when I got three-quarters of the way through I called my agent. I told her how stupid I felt writing something no-one would ever want to read, how thin the characters were, how pointless the plot. I strongly suggested that I was ready to abandon this book and write something else instead, or perhaps I could abandon the book and take up a new life as a landscape gardener, bank-robber, short-order cook or marine biologist. And instead of sympathising or agreeing with me, or blasting me forward with a wave of enthusiasm—or even arguing with me—she simply said, suspiciously cheerfully, “Oh, you’re at that part of the book, are you?”

I was shocked. “You mean I’ve done this before?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Not really.”

“Oh yes,” she said. “You do this every time you write a novel. But so do all my other clients.”

I didn’t even get to feel unique in my despair.

So I put down the phone and drove down to the coffee house in which I was writing the book, filled my pen and carried on writing.

One word after another.

That’s the only way that novels get written and, short of elves coming in the night and turning your jumbled notes into Chapter Nine, it’s the only way to do it.

So keep on keeping on. Write another word and then another.

Pretty soon you’ll be on the downward slide, and it’s not impossible that soon you’ll be at the end. Good luck…

Neil Gaiman

I have been struggling to write a book for years now, and I can surely say I have ideas for 4 or 5 different ones, in my mind and small pieces of paper scattered around my house. But as I am a perfectionist and a VERY DAMN GOOD procrastinator, it never became real.

Today, while… procrastinating a little bit (for a change.LOL) I received a tweet that called my attention:

National Novel Writing Month 2009

What’s this?
National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

and I though…well, maybe it’s just what I need!

SO, following the NaNoWriMo advice, I am spreading the word I am an official participant, so you can ask me about it during November, so I keep working hard not to feel ashamed I could not accomplish it…LOL

In case you want to add me as a NaNoWriMo buddy, here is my profile:

http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/544784

Now, HELP ME HERE:
Should I write it in Portuguese or English?

A Sequence of Videos People Should Watch at least once…
(a day, a week, a month, a year, doesn’t matter, just enjoy it!)

It might take some time, but it’s worthy! trust me!

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans” John Lennon

It has been a while since I’ve tried to keep a blog, and, inevitably, I always end up abandoning my efforts.
It’s important to recognize which phase of the creative process you’re in. Be fully present while in each step, enjoy it, play with it and revel in your creative gifts.

But, you can also start to notice some common roadblocks or pitfalls that show up when you’re writing.
No matter how well you write, life’s events can temporarily stop your flow of creativity. Creative interruptions are okay, and even more common than you think.

It doesn’t have to be a big event that acts as a distraction, such as a loss, sickness, lack of job, etc. This morning I was feeling totally idealess and scattered. Simply because I was going to do something I didn’t want to do at the moment.

In my case, the interruption was brief. I was back on track in minutes. But sometimes, big life events, may trigger off a huge ebb of creativity. And let’s remember, ebb of creativity, doesn’t mean lack of inspiration.
Even though, both are intimately connected.

- Don’t let interruptions stop you!

The trick, of course, is not to let life’s events stop you completely. The only way to get something written is to either write it you or hire someone to write it. If you’re writing it yourself, you’ve simply got to put words on paper. Most people find they do this best when they stick to a writing schedule.

“Freedom is found along the guiding lines of discipline.” – Yehudi Menuhin

It’s very important to say that, sticking to a writing schedule isn’t the same thing as being a slave to it. That doesn’t work well either.

You are the only one who knows when an interruption in your writing schedule slips from understandable and acceptable to procrastination and, if you let it becomes a writer’s block.

Writing well requires, among other things, self-honesty, patience and practice. There is no easier or softer way. But the main advice is: Don’t give up!

“In order to create, we must take the bad with the good. You are bound to write many bad paragraphs along with the good ones. You can get rid of those bad paragraphs later but first you must write them. Otherwise you won’t write anything.” —Eric Maisel, Taking the Bad with the Good

In fact, writing and publication can be an entirely self-determined activity these days. So, the best you can do is carrying paper and pen with you.

We never know when creativity and inspiration might come.

Aline Writing Martins

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