Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Kid-spiration


Inspiration hits us from different places. And, for different reasons. As of late, with the way my head has been, I’ve felt less inspired to write than the old me had. Constant headaches and a short attention span keep me from thinking of much else besides the necessary daily functioning of things. But, I think some inspiration is finding its way back in. And, you want to know where it’s coming from? My Oldest. Yep. Kid inspired inspiration.

My girls came to spend the summer with me about two weeks ago. On Day One, my Oldest asked if I had any legal pads. I scrounged up the remains of one, though it was yellow, and she prefers white. She just started writing.

She filled up all the pages that were left and asked if I could read what she wrote. I was amazed. She had the beginnings of a novel with a Western flavor. It featured a strong, young female main character not much older than herself. Inspiration was tickling me.


Character drawings by Little One for the novel Oldest is working on.



We bought her a pack of white 8-1/2 x 11 legal style pads. She went into the reasoning of why she preferred those over spiral bound notebooks. No metal to dig into her or to catch on her if the spiral got caught on something. Nothing to get squished and keep the pages from turning. No looking at all those holes. The direction of flipping the paper and on and on. She really didn’t have to convince me. For less than four dollars, we can get her a six pack of her preferred note pads.

I know exactly how she feels to want to write on just the right kind of paper. I prefer a spiral bound myself; those half-sized ones with three sections and the thicker spiral wire so that it doesn’t squish and catch. And, I like the yellow legal style pads in the same size she prefers (vs. the actual longer legal size) for my character development and place description notes.

My notebooks. Smaller one has a few blogs written in my special chicken scratch.
Yellow legal pad has notes for novel #3. 


I’m like her, too, on writing a lot by hand. There’s just something in the way our brains work when we physically connect our pen to paper. She is also like me in that she prefers to write with blue pen (whereas Little One prefers black).

Oldest has almost forty pages chocked full of writing so far, not counting separate sheets with her notes and changes. She writes every moment she can. Writes when she first gets up. Brings her notepads to the waiting rooms of my appointments. Scratches things down on them while she’s riding in the car. And, most every night, she writes instead of reading when she climbs into bed.

A few days after she began writing, she asked me if it’s okay to write every other chapter from a different character’s point of view. Little One said she loved a book she recently read like that. I shared with them a few paragraphs from the first two chapters of my second novel, Identically Different. (It's still in the editing stages). It showed Oldest the differences between the ways the two identical twin sisters talk and think. Her eyes lit up. I had inspired her.

And, look. I’m writing. Even just a bit to start when I feel like I have more of a moment of clarity when my head pounds less. This is good. This is inspiration. And, I especially love where that inspiration comes from.




Where do you find inspiration?


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Monday, May 9, 2011

Dreaming with a Hairbrush Microphone

Every morning (or should I say middle of the night?) between 2:30 and 3:30 am-ish, a quote gets delivered via email to my phone. I always look forward to reading each day's positive message that I signed up to receive from http://www.abraham-hicks.com/. Sometimes I read them in the middle of the night if I wake up and it's one of those nights. Other times, they have to wait until a more normal wake up time (at least for my normal).

A few days ago, one of these delivered messages struck a strong chord with me. It said:

Those that are succeeding and are thrilled and joyful
in the unfolding will often tell you
"I've dreamed this since I was little. I imagined it. I pretended it,
I used to practice with the hairbrush pretending it was a microphone."
Purity is the alignment of energy. Doesn't matter what
anybody else thinks about anything. It only matters
what you think about it.
- Abraham

For me, being a writer (or more especially a published author) is what I've dreamed about since I was little. I distinctly remember one time sitting in my room and leaning against the frame of my closet (hmm...imagine that...). I was half in, half out, since I also had a little bookshelf with my writing things and treasures on it inside that closet. I was writing a story in a spiral bound notebook. I couldn't tell you what that story was even about. But, I sat there writing and thinking of how someday I would be published. I'd be a famous author, I also thought. Because when you're a kid, there are no limits.

I'm sure my stories have changed so much since then. Many of those stories from then couldn't be published because they were forced in what I wrote. I didn't have the life experiences that I have today to base my stories on. But, what was important, was that I was writing. I wrote a lot. And, I enjoyed it immensely.

So now, as the quote said, I'm succeeding and thrilled and joyful at the unfolding of my dream. I think positive, joyful thoughts about the success of my book (still have to have that dream of being famous). The unfolding of my dream makes me constantly smile. I'm living my dream with my hairbrush microphone. And, once again, I'm writing more and more. And, I'm still enjoying it immensely. What are you doing with your hairbrush microphone?

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Writing As a Journey

Maeve Binchy wrote in her book The Maeve Binchy Writer's Club about how, "A book is a journey." To me, that is so true. Writing my book, Unexpectations, has taken me on quite a journey. I started writing it as a form of therapy years after having a stillborn son. I was just trying to get my feelings out on paper. Those feelings turned into a fictionalized version of my experience which I decided would become a novel.

I developed characters. I researched locations. I outlined chapters and plots and listed all that would happen. And, then, as I was writing it, the ending took a completely different turn than what I had intended.

As with any journey, things change. In the process of my writing, the main character, Erica Harding, began taking on a voice in my head that seemed to totally veer from what I had outlined for her. I followed what she said to me. I started researching the lesbian path that she was taking me down. With interest, of course. After a period of time of writing and researching, I had one of those "aha moments" and realized that my character was me. I was the one needing to go down that path too. When I came out to my writer's group, they all said, "Yea, we knew that a while ago." What? Why was I the last to know?

Writing this book has totally changed my life but I feel like it has been for the better. I healed my heart from my loss (as much as a heart can heal from the loss of a baby) and I came out from what seemed to everyone as a perfect marriage. Life hasn't exactly been what I thought it would be. Even with hardships and things I've endured since then, I know that I am who I'm supposed to be. Isn't knowing that what much of our journey in life is all about? Things can only get better from here. The journey is still on...


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