What It’s Like Being a Writer

Hello everyone.

Today I’m going to tell you about how I constantly bring myself to tears and give myself panic attacks. I guess it’s not really my fault, but I created these characters and though they seemed to have taken on a life of their own I am their creator so any pain and hardship they encounter is ultimately my own doing, yes?

I’m definitely not a professional writer, though I would love to be. My one problem is that I have way to many projects going on at once. Some are personal, some are with friends, and others I created for this very blog. Sometimes my characters get angry with me and refuse to cooperate. Most writers associate this with writers block, but I however like to think that the characters in the stories I create just need some personal space and therefore refuse to ‘talk to me’ as my friend Queenie so brilliantly put it.

I suppose I should spend my down time reading but instead I watch a lot of netflix then while I’m driving I tend to have the apostrophes (that was a Hook reference) and get myself overly excited to begin writing again. Just this week, as I was trying to work on a very different blog post about a friends organized yet unorganized wedding I was struck with a brilliant idea to get my television series started again.

About a year ago, a friend from college approached me after reading a few documents I sent him. He said that the material was original, captivating and exciting but it wasn’t going anywhere. I had hundreds of scattered documents telling the stories of a series of characters I had created when I was in Jr. High that helped me cope with my parents divorce. He encouraged me to start their story from the beginning and so began the Anthrogean Chronicles. I put out chapters on our shared google drive folder that my friends referred to as episodes. And I’ve been writing them ever since. Currently I’m on season five and I had been stuck on a heart wrenching scene where my MC’s already broken heart was shattered once more.

I don’t want to spoil any details because I plan on releasing them maybe on this blog or Archive of Our Own as a Fan Fiction of sorts–but let me tell you I cried so hard. I was up till three A.M. bawling my eyes out as my MC’s heart was splayed out for everyone to see. I’ve tortured this girl, her, her friends and her family and it’s heartbreaking because I don’t know what will happen. I always say that they’ll get their happy ending but with the way things look now, the happy ending I originally planned doesn’t look so happy anymore.

This is what it’s like to be an author. The characters–these people–that I’ve created are like my children. I hurt when they hurt, I’m happy when they’re happy, and although I may know a few things they don’t I certainly don’t know what their future will hold. I’ve written many things, including a novel, and somehow nothing turns out quite like I had envisioned them too. I don’t know about any of the professional authors out there, but an outline is just that, it’s an outline. The future is always in flux, always in a constant state of change and that happy ending you planned for your characters could be ripped away with one quick flick of the wrist. One pull of a trigger or one wrong sentence and it could change their lives forever.

I’m under no impression that my characters are real, I’m not that crazy old bat from Nim’s Island, but I do feel what they feel. I’m there for every homicidal thought, tear of joy and heart shattering moment.

So you want to know why some authors are a little crazy? It’s because our over active imaginations keep us up at night. Our characters are constantly buzzing in the back of our minds, they’re in every cup of coffee and every flurried flight of our fingers over the keyboard. They are apart of us and we wouldn’t want it any other way. I even accidentally dress like one of my characters when I’m in a bad mood. Instead of my normal hipster vibe, I opt for a dark ensemble and my combat boots.

This is the power of writing. Words can inspire even the most stubborn of people to be better. Writing is an art and a good writer can not only weave words into a finely knitted novel, but they can weave themselves into your heart. Phrases from my favorite novels as a child still hover in my thoughts and encourage me to try harder, be better and live happier. A good author will embed words into the reader’s hearts, and that’s what I aim to do. I just hadn’t been aware that first I would embed the words into my own heart.

Last month I wrote this crazy piece about a girl who had amnesia and her best friend, who was secretly in love with her, refused to leave her alone. I made myself and my best friend cry so flipping hard. Honestly, if I didn’t write I wouldn’t even know what emotions were.

That’s what it’s like to be a writer. Even if no one else ever reads your work, you still created something beautiful and you should be proud of that.

 

Have a good weekend WildeKats,

OXOXO

Kat

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Post GraduationĀ 

I did it. I survived my last finals week, kept my family from killing each other and managed not to trip when I walked across the stage. Yay me!

Now that I’m officially a college graduate, I realize how stressed out I was about the stress I was inevitably going to face post graduation. To be honest… I’m so over it. At this point I’m four days from England and everything else in my future is irrelevant until I come back from my ‘vacation.’ The last three days I’ve spent catching up on the sleep I’ve been deprived of-and playing Dragon Age. (I’m battling the arch demon! šŸ˜±)

I’m going to England and Ireland with a class-a journalism class-so it should be fun. I love to write and every day we have to post a story on the campus newspaper website. I will be taking that opportunity to post the stories here on my blog as well! I’ll do my best to document the trip, wifi will be scarce so the posts may not post everyday but I can’t not document the fun things we’ll be doing! Phantom of the Opera, Harry Potter Landmark Tour, Blarney Castle in Ireland and possibly Paris.

Of course a trip to Europe wouldn’t be complete without a trip to Bath in honor of my favorite 19th century romantic author, Jane Austen. Read Northanger Abbey if you haven’t already, it’s fantastic.

So stay tuned for al the fun things involved with traveling abroad. My next post will be the struggle of packing, which I haven’t started doing yet. LOL, remember when I talked about procrastination? Yeah, it’s my middle name.

Get excited WildKats, Kat is taking on the world! šŸ˜˜

Hilarious Hidden Inappropriate Themes in Ancient LiteratureĀ 

Interesting class today. I think the only thing we managed to accomplish was to make fun of Aeneus. “Why isn’t he the typical Roman soldier?” 

“Because he cries all the time.” I say, “plus, he’s too open about his relationship with the gods. It’s more intimate than it should be.” 

“How so?” 

Pony tail hipster guy perks up and says, “Romans are supposed to aim to please the gods. Not be their pet.” I give him my nod of approval and continue. 

“Then you have Turnus who is definitely more Roman but he doesn’t really think about the gods when he acts.” 

“Turnus is Roman because Turnus turnt up,” pony tail hipster guy adds. 

There was also a conversation about the excess of groin jabs and injuries. 

“This is why they’re crying so much!” Exclaims the professor. 

“So is this why their so hostile? Because they hold their pride and manly hood I’m the groin?” Asked Mulan. 

“Yes Mulan, the Trojans are upset because the Rutilians keep taking swings at their manhood.” He had meant that to be sarcastic but this is a 4000 level English class, we take everything seriously. 

Things only got worse after Elsa had to add, “with their shapely, bloody limbs.” 

Whistle shakes his head, “Shapely? Why use shapely? Out of all the words in the English language Virgil used shapely.” 

“This is all seems so, so, so…. ” The girl my posse have nicknamed skippy for unknown reasons (probably just because we can’t remember her name) struggled for the right word to use. “Intimate?” 

“Yes!” Pony tail hipster guy shouts, “this whole book is just one big pile of homoerotica with gore. Only thing left to do is replace the blood with chocolate sauce.” 

“I should write my research paper on that,” another guy, who’s name I believe starts with an I but I can’t be sure, joked. 

The professor replies, “That’s not research, that’s fan fiction.” 

Instead of ending the conversation there, the class had to laugh historically and continue to comment. 

“They are Romans,” Methuselah says, “it’s to be expected.” 

I just happened to be sitting next to the professor trying desperately to contain my laughter so that I can transcribe this unusual yet highly entertaining conversation for this very blog. He looks over at me, knowing what I’m doing and begins to plead with the class to keep it P.G. 

I mean, it’s his fault. He chose the books, were college students and he also encouraged the discussion whether he meant to or not. And as much as I despise coming to class, I’m very glad I did because this was too funny not to share. I only wish every class could be like this, especially when the professor picks books that are slightly inappropriate. Like last semester and Brave New World. Just imagine the conversations we could have had about the “Orgy Porgy scene.”