Daily Archives: November 14, 2011

What to write about

I dont’ know what to write.

So I should not write.

Do you write when you dont know what to write? Or when you don’t feel like writing?

Do you make yourself write? Or do you wait. Do you wait until you feel it again?

Sometimes people say it’s good to take a break. What if you could take a break for years? Would that be good for you?

Or maybe you’re just a little stuck.

What do you do when your stuck?

One time my brother got his hand stuck in a vending machine. This was sad. They had to call the fire department.

Another thing that is sad is my mom got lost last week.

I should not write personal things. Do you think we should not write personal things? I dont think we should because then a stranger could walk up to me and say, i heard your mom got lost and I’d feel sick inside because why do they know that? Why do they think can get to know that and then I think, oh wait, that’s my fault. I wrote that on a blog.

One time I wrote a personal essay about getting kissed upside down by a boy I thought liked me and then he never called me back. We met one night on the fourth of July and he kissed me and i thought that meant he liked me so then I was happy and I waited for him to call. When he didn’t call and didn’t call and didn’t call I realized that I just got played by an upside down kisser. I wrote an essay about that and how I kept thinking he was going to call. I turned that essay in to my workshop group in graduate school and after they all read it, the room fell silent.

Do you like to read the words the room fell silent?

The room fell silent because most of them were writing literary fiction about deep things and I waited for them to critique my upside down kissing episode. No one knew what to say because they felt sad for me. I said, it’s okay. And they said, it is okay. You know that right? You’re such a great girl and someone very nice will someday want to be your boyfriend. And I said, what?

I’ve been thinking about how we all have stories. We have important stories and we should spend time telling those stories. Why are we scared of each others stories? Why are we scared to tell them? Why do I feel safe telling them sometimes but other times not at all? Why is it easier to write things that are hard rather than say things that are hard? Why are we not like each other at all but almost exactly like each other if we really knew?

When you write, people find out things. Do you want them to find out things?

How do you decide what to write? How do you decide how to spend your time?

My mom used to tell me what to do. She was bossy. In a good way. Sometimes I wish she would tell me what to do. I wish she would tell me what to write. I wish she was my boss and I did what she told me to do and I could know that it was right because my mom was usually right.

I dont know what to write. I’m sorry.


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That’s how I sign off sometimes.
I think I’m always behind and I have fallen behind in NaNoWriMo, but not so far that I can’t catch up. I’m excited to write this week.
I wrote nearly every day last week plus a few thousand words on Saturday. I was racing with the Cheri Pearly Early.
SHE is writing a fantastic novel. And yes, I hate her for it.

Lately, well ever since computer SPAM, I’ve been getting some interesting crap in my email. Mostly the filters catch things.
But sometimes they don’t.
I thought I’d share a few.
See how they tie in with NaNoWriMo.

Lisa Hale, who teaches at BYU, says that you have to get your main character up a tree and throw rocks at her to help your plot along. As I started to fall behind I knew it was because I was not sure what should happen to my main character, Elliot (a girl named after one of Rick’s assistants). Elliot, Kayleb and Spencer are sisters. Their father wanted all boys and got all girls. Well, why not use my SPAM as inspiration, huh? Here are a few suggestions that might help my book–no, that WILL help my book– toward completion.

(Check mark that I can’t remember how to make with my computer keys)–SOMEONE must be searching for you–This is actually what Elliot and her sisters are doing. Searching for their father who has abandoned them. So now the tables are turned. After finding three notes, Elliot realizes that someone is searching for her. Who is it? And in the end, will he kill her, and the rest of the family, in a brutal way?

NEVER SHAVE AGAIN–WHY ARE YOU STILL SHAVING?— This is EXACTLY what Elliot has been wondering since she hit puberty. Hair everywhere. She orders the hair removal product and once she applies it to her body, well, now she’s in real trouble.

Yes, it true, you need a hot tub. We can take care of that.–Sure, Elliot and her sisters are in the steaming hot state of FL, but when she reads this ad, she knows it’s true, they NEED a hot tub and look! there’s someone here who can help her with that. When the hot tub arrives, Elliot realizes that all three of the girls has shrunk to the size of almonds. Now what?

Penis Growth Sample–attract the RIGHT girls with wonder pills.— Their father–the only person in the house who had a penis, left a couple years back. Now Elliot has found some pills, WONDER pills. She goes in the backyard, plants them, waters them, does a little dance around them and in the morning–well, there’s something growing out there and all the male neighbors are admiring it.

DID YOU CONTACT REV.AS I ADVISED? Elliot has, indeed, contacted Rev.As she was advised. Now Rev. is at the door. She heard him/her, coming up the walk, dragging something behind him/her. Elliot has a steak in one hand and a stake in the other. Now what?

Penis Growth Sample–Girls strip for camera. As if what’s growing in the backyard isn’t enough, well, now the stripping girls, with camera, are stopping by. What will the neighbors say? And what about Brandon, the boy Elliot thinks is so cute and nice? Will the stripping girls bother him? Adventure lies ahead in this peaceful southern community.

I WILL WAIT FOR YOUR RESPOND–Elliot has been fearing this very thing. The person waiting. Waiting for her. And for her sisters. And her mother who sits in the computer room all day long at the computer. The postman always rings twice, right? Well, ‘I’ has rung three times and is now waiting for a respond. Elliot is terrified. What will she do?

eHarmony–You Could Find Singles Like You–Here’s the truth. Elliot is beginning to wonder if one of her is too much when someone just like her arrives from eHarmony. A clone? A holographic image? A lost identical twin sister? What is going on in this little neighborhood in Orlando?

Machine washable bra that bounces right back to its shape–Elliot, just thirteen, knows the importance of a bra like this–possible weapon, controversial topic of discussion, double dinner plate to feed the rabbits? She must get one (or more). But how?

Dirty Truth You Must Know About Penis Enlargement— This, of course, is the central conflict of this novel I’m writing. Once I figure this truth out–then I will be able to end the novel, tying everything up neatly (no pun intended) with a pretty pink bow.

Think looking at your SPAM will help you? As you can see, it has definitely helped me.

Now I have some writing to do, thanks to all my inspiration.

PS Is there a way to log in my words for NaNoWriMo?
PMS FYI–I’m thinking of offering online writing classes.
PISS Good luck with your own writing, NaNo or not!


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