Inspiration abounds...

While I sit here waiting for my ferret, Judah, to come out from hiding, I figured I'd post. It's been a while since my last one.

School is going as fine as it can go considering it's just the end of the second week.

My French translation class is pretty interesting. I'm hoping to translate a book of French fairy tales. I'm not sure whether or not my teacher wanted to approve our choices first, but I sent the link to him anyway. I still have yet to get the book for his class.

As for my other class...the teacher's been overseas. Last I heard, he was delayed, so class was cancelled for a second week. (Yay!) Well sort of a yay. The class is about experimental literature. I have no idea what that's about. What I looked up only told me about the authors who are considered experimental. There was no definition. Now I have mad search engine skillz, but I'm not sure the so-called experts can define it or if they can, they can't agree on a defintion.

Reminds me of language in respect to linguistics, but you don't want to get me started on that. It rocks my socks, but I'm a nerd like that.

Just wanted to update about skool first.

Now onto the title. Inspiration!

I know books will ruin my sword eye, but I've been reading them again. I'm addicted. So here are the books I'm into right now:

Kate Elliot: Crown of Stars series
Erin Kellison: Shadowman series (not sure if that's the right title though)
N.K. Jemison: Inheritance series
Nnedi Okorafor: Who Fears Death
George R.R. Martin: A Song of Ice and Fire series
John Scalzi: Old Man's War (I don't know what this series is called either)
Christopher Moore: A Dirty Job

Okay, so the last two seem out of place. My dad insisted that I read John Scalzi. I did so to humor him and now I'm annoyed with my dad for being a slow reader so I can borrow book two. Christopher Moore is just plain silly and I love it. Anyone who can make a book about death cause belly laughs so strong, you get cramp is all right in my book.

Basically all of these books are inspiring me and have inspired me at some point. I actually posted on N.K. Jemison's Facebook wall after finishing her first book. I started reading it earlier this week when I couldn't sleep. Pretty soon I was fighting sleep to keep reading it. I finished it the next day. Anyway, I wrote to her that the book helped me stitch up a plot hole at the end of my book and told her thanks.

Any time art, be it a painting, spoken word, some poetry, movies, anime, video games, TV shows, and, of course, books, help me get through something in my book or make me want to write, I'm an automatic fan.

Well no. I won't say that. I read one book that had so many grammatical errors, that I had to write just to get the errors out of my head. Now I'm no longer a member of the Grammar Police--they fired me for saying things like 'gooder' and writing 'skool' and 'skillz'--but some things are just unforgivable in a published book. I can't remember all of the errors, but one was getting 'road' and 'rode' mixed up. They meant 'rode' in this case. After recovering from being violently blasted out of the story, I stared at it in shock for a moment or two and tried to keep reading. Then I found like three more instances of homophone chaos. All within the same two pages. I think the author or editor (I suspect they were the same person as the book was self-published) just threw in the towel or did the editing with a fifth of scotch nearby. Needless to say, I stopped reading and shudder to look back.

But I was talking about inspiration. I recently saw Tangled at the cinema. I'd been asking and asking to see it and finally got the chance. I was nearly reduced to finding a bootleg...What? Like you don't do it. And trust me, Disney is not missing any meals or bills. Another tangent aside, I loved the movie. I didn't care for the sunshine and kittens ending, but it is Disney.

I noticed a lot of good things in the movie...from my limited, biased writer "expertise" that is. Spoilers, yo.

-It took place around a major event. In this case, Rapunzel's birthday
-She chose to rebel against her mother's wishes that she stay in her tower
-She went from her place of familiarity to a new place entirely
-She matures and begins to take charge
-Her new world is shattered. Back to the now unwelcome familiarity
-She realizes who she really is and fights to take back her freedom.

Okay I mentioned that the ending was sunshine and kittens (and it still is) but there actually was a win and a loss. Her hair was magical. It could heal people and make them young. If her hair was cut, it was useless. Well...her hair got cut. That was a loss. The win is that she lived happily ever after. :P

What I didn't care for, aside from the fact that she NEVER wore shoes...I mean seriously. They eventually got to the kingdom. Somebody had to sell some shoes. If they can buy food and lanterns, they can buy some shoes, dammit. I can't imagine walking around forests, on rocks, and wood all barefoot. Mind you, she'd never been outside her tower so it's not like she had callouses or something. Her feet should've been all bloody and blistered. Nope. Sweet l'il tootsies the whole time. I guess blood and blisters isn't every Disney.

Yeah, tangent. So her healing hair was crucial to the plot. When her boo got stabbed, she went to heal him and he cut her hair. (Must've been a sharp knife) so he dies and she's holding him and crying. I guess her eyelashes were still magical because when she cried and the tear dropped on his face, he was magically healed.

Now I'm a closet cynical romantic, so that made me roll my eyes, blow a raspberry, and go "Aww." But seriously. If true love could raise the dead, I'm not sure how the world would be.

So yes, in my circular, incoherent explanation, the movie inspired me. I still love it despite the things that bug me about it.

And that being all said and done, I need to work on my thesis, which isn't so bad now that I've started it. I'd rather work on my book, which is bugging me because I still have to rewrite it with all the loose ends tied. So the thesis is actually easier believe it or not.

Long post. Sorry. And if you TL;DR'd...don't tell me.

School

You know...I love school. I love learning. It just annoys me that it gets in the way of writing. I could have the most severe case of writer's constipation (I don't believe in writer's block. I'm never out of ideas. They just need a little motivation to get moving out to the page.) and the moment I have homework or a major project...or my thesis...that I haven't started. At all. Ahem.

I could have the most severe case of writer's constipation, but the moment I have to actually do something for school, the only thing on my mind is writing.

Guess what starts tomorrow? Oh and I already have fifty pages to read. In French. And then I have to translate them. That's not due tomorrow. I think it's due on the 24th. Then I have to find a piece of experimental literature. I'm not really sure what that means exactly since I haven't checked my email to get the syllabus.

Well...here's to a new semester.

I hope I get to write.

Back from outer space

I haven't been here since last year.

Book progress is as follows:

-Most loose ends are tied
-What isn't tied is being tied


Tying what's left involves answering an extensive list of questions. Printed with very little text shrinking and space shrinking, it's thrity-six pages. Generally because each question has at least two or more within it that need answering. The good thing is that it forces me to still be creative as I answer, so it's still technically writing. I think. Another good thing is that a lot of questions repeat. A whole lot. I think with everything I cross off that didn't apply or were repeats it's about thirty-five questions. Maybe thirty-four.

Either way, I'm having some marginal fun working on it. I'll also be honest and admit that I have no idea where I left off in the revision I'd been working on while tying the loose ends I could tie.

One thing that's giving me the blues (and alternative, jazz, pop, rock, metal, gospel, country-western, punk, R&B, and bluegrass) is my ending chapters. There's this semi-anti-climatic scene that makes me want to scream until I lose my voice. It's hard for ME to suspend disbelief and when you call bullshit on your own writing, that's saying something. So here I am about ready to cut that part out entirely.

Wow. Did I just solve the problem? But if I cut it out, what do I do with the ending chapters then? Hmmm.

Two steps forward. Three steps back.

Well it's not the first time that's happened.