A Look Back on September

cherWhat is that saying about best laid plans?

Oh, yes.  They often go awry.  And so went the month of September.

A seemingly simple change to my work schedule for the entire month put a huge crimp in my plans.  I wrote very little, and the longing I feel to be creative and get lost in my imaginary worlds is palpable, like an ache in the center of my being.  This is an oddly nice reminder of the fact that I truly have found my calling.  That being said, I didn’t come remotely close to finishing my planned rewrite, I ignored my blog almost completely (Sorry, everyone!), and even the fanfic got the cold shoulder and I’m right in the middle of the juiciest bit.

Not to mention a slew of other things that got pushed to the wayside.  A whole month passed by and I have so very little to show for it.  Even the change in the work schedule offered little result.

And finally, amidst the monotony, I received word that my pilot was not advancing in the first contest I submitted it to.  I swear, if that amateur hour mistake cost me moving forward…

((Sigh))

Sometimes I can’t help feeling as if I’m swimming against the current.  There’s a whole lot of energy being expelled with little in the way of development, and I’m kind of at a loss of what decision I can make in order to achieve a more promising outcome.  I wonder from time to time how many hours I’ve wasted looking for another job I don’t really want instead of investing that time in the work I actually want to do.  I take that back.  I really don’t want to know that number.

It’s that kind of thought that compels me to write wherever and whenever I can.  Every little step helps, right?  Tuesday night, instead of being compelled to do “busy work” after the one table I had (yes, you read that correctly – one), I wrote.  I actually sat down at this tucked away little table and wrote.  It was fan fiction, because that is the only thing I seem to be able to concentrate on at work, but I wrote…and I wrote a lot of it.

It felt good.  I’ve missed it.  And it was the nudge and spark of creativity I needed.

Can you believe there are only three months left to the year?  Those goals I set for myself are drawing ever closer, and if I want to keep the promises I’ve made to myself, I have to get crackin’.  The comforting thing about goal setting is that they can be adjusted to fit your needs/time table.  There were a couple of deadlines I was hoping to make, but my overall goal of having my portfolio ready for the new year is still attainable.  ((Crosses fingers))

Okay.  Now that I’ve reflected on the nonsense that was September, it’s time to look forward to October and what the rest of the year has in store.  With the holidays fast approaching and the time sucking that inevitably happens, we’ll have to be even more diligent with the time we have.

Even this big setback had a silver lining – I know I won’t be satisfied with doing anything else.

I’m open to suggestions for how I may best move forward and would love to hear what your goals are for the rest of the year.

Wishing you all the best in your creative endeavors!

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Quote Monday

Hi everyone!  I’m back after a crazy week of Gishwhes, and a week of recovery.

I like to do a recap of the week’s events, and as you may have noticed the odd post about Miss Jean Louis, an item for this year’s hunt, it tends to get a bit weird and challenging. Because my memory is so fragmented, this blog has become a resource for me to keep track of things, so I’ll share Team Falkor’s antics later this week.

As for today, it’s time to get back to routine and progress!

CreativityIsContagious

In light of the creativity that abounds during Gish week, and the post I wrote just a few days before it started about how I was feeling burnt out, I am now seeking out alternative means for creativity.  I’m looking to surround myself with people who are passionate and creative, because the above quote is true.

I have found myself inspired by other’s creativity, and I think that is a wonderful side effect to the creative life.  So let’s be a creative force and make beautiful things!

The Looming Deadline

FinishLineAheadHello, my friends!

I wanted to let everyone know I’m still here, and aside from the continual exhaustion I face from my day job, which until recently had been sapping all my creative energy like some sort of vampire, I have been on a fiendish race to finish the rewrite of my first screenplay (again) in time to make the regular deadline of the Nicholl Fellowship tomorrow.

For those of you who have been with me for some time, I have complained from time to time (and time again) about that blasted 3rd act.  For once, I’m feeling pretty good about it, which is perfect since I don’t have any time to really mess with it if I want to get it in on time.

There’s nothing like the adrenaline rush of an impending deadline to kick one’s creative butt into shape.  I’ve been anxiety ridden all week and that flush of emotion and the stress to reach that goal have been both nerve-wracking and welcome.

I’ll be back to my ramblings next week, and hopefully working towards new goals.

If you’re entering the contest I wish you lots of luck!  And I hope you’ll do the same for me! 🙂

Happy Writing!

The Zombie Condition

DesertAbout seven years ago, my sister and I moved to a new state and my creative pool dried up and looked as barren as the Arizona landscape that lay outside my front door.  I told people I was a writer, because I hated the inevitable question that all servers/bartenders get, “So what else do you do?” or the yet worse, “This isn’t all you do, is it?” (because to outsiders, waiting tables is like purgatory, but the question is an insult.  It’s a slap in the face that what you’re doing right now, isn’t good enough, and they’re concerned for you).  Oh goodness, that’s a rant for another day.  So, about eight months pass, and I haven’t written a word, and yet I keep telling people that’s what I really do.  I’m a writer.  The thought that plagued me all those months was how could I call myself a writer if I wasn’t writing.  A few drafts in on one screenplay does not a writer make.  I had written more, all through my youth, but it’s not worth mentioning.  And there was a little fear lingering as well.  What other stories did I have to tell?  Then I remembered a quote from Maya Angelou.  “You can’t use up creativity.  The more you use, the more you have.”  Creativity is a fountain.  And as writers we observe.  We are never short of ideas, stored in that so-called “vault”.  So after a little self-loathing and a metaphorical kick in the ass, I got back to work.SwarovskiFaceFountain, Austria

Writing is hard, it’s an art form, and not everyone can do it.  But, if it’s who you really are, then don’t let anything derail you!  That’s my tip of the day.

I was reminded of this condition when I read this funny article today on Script about Writer Zombies.  Don’t let this happen to you.

Best of luck in your writing adventures!

*Swarovski Face Fountain, Austria