I finished something // now what?

On 24 December 2019, an incredible feeling happened.

Non-writer: Santa came to town?

Me: No. It’s not any feeling, it feels like I can do anything if I set my mind to it.

Non-writer: Did you find a genie hidden in the star of the Christmas tree?

Me: No, although that is a good idea for a story.

Non-writer: Oh I got it! Your cousins are spending a week at your place?

Me: OH YES! But that’s not it…of course, I’m happy *scratches my head* but that’s not the incredible feeling…I was talking about…

Non-writer: Then?

Me: I’m happy that I FINISHED MY 1ST DRAFT! 3 years, I have been working on it for three years. That is cause for celebration, right? 

A celebration indeed. It lasted the whole of December 2019, spending time with my cousins. It was a wonderful celebration and I got to see more of my hometown. 

I have been thinking long and hard about Project Fire’s future (whoa, when did I think like this), I have noticed that I am too in love with the world and I want to succeed in this (long) series so I decided… 

I have decided to shelf it.

Non-writer: whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re going to keep it? You just said that you’ve spent 3 years writing it, and now you’re gonna keep it? What’s the point of writing it when you know you’re going to hide it in your closet?

Me: (technically, series don’t necessarily do well especially when one is a newbie in the publishing industry. I haven’t created a name for myself. Mmmm, do readers want to take a chance on this? 0_0 I don’t want to risk it.) I want to build an audience first. I want to get my name out there.

But I have good news.

Non-writer: 

Me: I’m working on another project. It’s a fantasy romance this time!

That is it for now. Alex is signing out.

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Week 3-4 of Camp NaNoWriMo

Hey Dreamers!

 

In my last week, I found myself facing a huge wall in my story. Yes, the writer’s block. Oh!  The horrors! 😨😰

 

Instead of banging against the wall with my head, and screaming why, why, why, I decided to try and scale it like Spider-Man. Even though I fell many times, I was glad to have tried.

 

Despite that, I went into a writing slump. This feeling of not wanting to write after I hit the great wall (not of China) but in my story, made me think that everything I wrote was garbage. It was difficult. I kept typing away on Google Docs, somehow I keep pressing the backspace repeatedly. And what’s worse; I kept losing my main character’s voice. That sucked a lot.

 

The one thing I don’t like was my inner writer voice. I had to silent it, if not I won’t be able to write properly. So I played this story’s playlist loudly on my speakers to try to picture the scenes smoothly in my head. I tried another method in case that didn’t work as much as it should. I asked myself, why am I writing this.

 

Because I need to tell his story. I want to tell my readers the lessons I’ve learnt while writing this book.

 

Once I came up with an answer, I tried writing the poem again. And this time,  it flowed naturally out of my brain. I was so happy!

 

During the writer’s block session, I sat myself down, and outlined the next few chapters in my narrative poetry. Thank goodness, I overcame it by rewriting the scene over and over. It was hard but I pushed it through.

 

And to my surprise, this happened:👇👇 👇

 

 

Ahhhhh!!! 😨

I cannot believe it. No way. That is truly impossible. But I did it, I did it!

 

 

That is all for today.

Alex is signing out.

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WEEK 1-2 of Camp NaNoWriMo

Hey Dreamers!

 

It’s been a long time since my last post. I had been busy as a bee. There hasn’t been much time to write at the same time, catching up with my friends, and doing Camp NaNoWriMo (yes I’m doing it!)

 

Today is the 1st of July, and today is the day I am going to participate in Camp Nanowrimo for this month. This is my first, so I’m super, super excited!

 

I’m so happy at the same time not sure whether I can be disciplined to write a page a day. The goal is to finish 50 pages.

 

I decided not to use my current work-in-progress. So I used another book idea which I came up with not too long ago. It is a narrative poetry. Strangely, I do not know the synopsis of the story yet. Let’s see how it goes and then maybe a summary idea will pop.

 

In Week 1, so far I’ve managed to finish half of my goal. And week 2 was going smoothly until I reached a point where I accidentally ran into a wall: yes, yes, a writer’s block. Oh dear will I survive this?

 

While I was trying to find a way around that wall, I found myself in a writing slump (don’t  know whether there is a term like this or not), but argh, will I get out of it? 😨😰

 

The days are flying by too quickly, and it’s going to be the end of July soon. I need to find a way to get out of that slump, and scale that wall….FAST!

 

 

Thank you for stopping by.

 

Alex is signing out.

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(Book Review) SOLILOQUY by Nor Azian Hashim // Spoiler-Free

Title: Soliloquy


Author:
Nor Azian Hashim

Genre: Poetry

Synopsis: SOLILOQUY, is a collection of poems from a mother’s point of view.

Review

I was a little bit skeptical when I bought this book because I didn’t know whether I would like modern poetry. I’m a picky reader especially when it comes to something I specialise in too. Modern poetry just doesn’t flow naturally for me. In my opinion, real poetry has to be strong, and at the same time powerful too. It needs to have meaning, and sometimes you need to carefully choose words that would convey your true feelings, so that I as a reader could feel what you’re going through.

 

Not to say I am a better poet than other poets. I’m not. Few people say I am. I don’t think that’s true. It’s just that some things are to our liking. We have different tastes. Different opinions too. And that’s fine.

 

When I turned to the first page, I was hooked with this one sentence from the first poem she has written.

 

“I am no Dickinson or Wordsworth.”  

 

OMG! Yes! That’s how I feel every time I put words on paper. She literally talks about how we, poets or authors or anyone in that matter, cannot be as great as Shakespeare, or the famous writers from the past, and present. That poem shook me, in a good way.

 

The pacing for all of her poems was good. When I read each poem, I asked myself these questions: Why was she writing this? What was she feeling when she wrote this? What was the meaning conveyed?

 

I enjoyed all the poems, and they flowed naturally like a quiet stream. Some swallowed me into a whirlpool, and I couldn’t breathe. But once I understood the author’s feelings throughout the poem, I could breathe again.


I rate this 5/5. Hands down this is the best poetry book I’ve read so far this year!
 

 

Alex is signing out.

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