Writing is a fickle business. Especially for a fourteen year old. Especially for a fourteen year old schoolgirl. Especially for a fourteen year old schoolgirl musician who spends her afternoons practising.
I really struggle getting time to write. It’s hard, and annoying, but true. So when the holidays hit, I write big time. And then they end and it slackens. And when I come back, I usually hate what I’ve written.
I’ve been having horrible plot issues at the moment. Everything I’ve got is cliche and boring. Help. I want an awesome plot. One that’s going to leave people amazed and delighted. Something… epic. Regrettably, I don’t even have something good. Or at least, that’s how I feel at the moment.
Also, as Life’s Pendulum continues to swing, the eisteddfods–the biggest day of my musical year–will come at the most convenient time. Exam week. Yay. So that’s highly comforting.
So I’m having a writing break. Well, that’s impossible. A “writing my book” break. Until the eisteddfods are over. Until a little sanity returns.
I’ll miss my infrequent writing for all of three weeks. In fact, I’m hoping for the reverse psychology principal to work, so I’ll get rapid plot inspiration and have to write anyway. A lot can happen in three weeks. Like… a plot (I hope.)
(And a random question that isn’t so random in my mind, does anyone know how to remove carbon dioxide from the atmosphere without plants, or have a water cycle without a sun? I really need to know. Lacking that, I’ll have to work on dates. Which could be quite interesting, actually… a secret… and he knows it… adding depth to that irritating character of a person… not a bad idea…. In the mean time, I will still need a sunless world to function for… say, thirty years? Any suggestions?)
PS I’m writing post apocalypse dystopian cross science fiction. Who could tell?
And, for musical enjoyment, I’ll be playing this piece at the eisteddfods. And… I don’t sound that good. But I can play it by memory, and the flautist in the clip is way too dependent on her music. So I have that going for me. At least. And I am increasingly nervous about the eisteddfods. But I’ll be fine. I was last year. But wish me luck, anyway.