Eureka moment!

I have this bad habit of over-thinking stuff when I am trying to sleep. Which I did last night. But you know what they say, all dark clouds have a silver lining! Because, it’s during the night I have what my friend calls “magic hour.” I just burst with ideas and I sometimes end up fueling my friends spinn-off comic strip.

This Eureka-moment of mine revolves around my own inability to recognize when I write really well. My best writing comes when I’m just writing, not when I’m trying to write good, which I normally do. Sounds like a contradiction, but I really couldn’t see it until someone pointed it out to me and I’m like; Wow, she/he is right! This is good!

But last night I laid thinking about this, I thought it was stupid that I couldn’t recognize my own good writing, and went through some of the pieces in my mind that people have praised me for. And then it hit me! I recognized what made them good!

Let me show you with this extract from my novel, The Battle of Urno.

The more Mira thinks about fighting Zoariack, the more her stomach hurts. She spends her first day in Glamingfalls waiting for the other girls by walking anxiously and restless back and forth in the village.

Don’t seem like much does it? But look at what it tells you as a reader;

1. What Mira is thinking about (fighting)

2. The problem at hand(Zoariack)

3. Her emotions(anxiety and restlessness)

4. What her emotions makes her feel physically(stomach pain)

5. What she is doing(walking around and waiting)

That’s a whole lot of information in just those two simple sentences. It even reminds the reader where she is, how long she has been there and who she is waiting for! It’s a nice opening of a chapter, pretty much summing up the previous chapter in just two sentences.

Here is another extract from the same novel, can you believe I was intending to edit this away?

“It’s their fault!” He gasps in horror. “They made me drop it!”

Zoariack doesn’t pull a mine at all as Rain continues to plead, clinging to his master’s feet.

This is such a great character description of Rain. Exactly the kind of person I want him to be!

What does this tell the reader?

1. His emotions(horror, fear)

2. His actions(clinging, pleading)

3. His relationship to Zoariack(master)

4. Who’s at fault for the broken item(the girls)

This last point is particularly interesting since it was in fact Rain who broke it(and no, it’s not a vase, lol!), which also gives a good peek into what kind of person Rain is.

So what is it that makes these two extracts good? That is what my eureka-moment was all about after all. Well, lying in bed last night I realized it’s the combination of information I’m giving the reader. I’m combining different dimensions of a person into one; thoughts, physical state, emotions, personality traits and their location.

New ideas – Pre-peak

I have been able to start writing again, but stuck to smaller ideas and projects, although, last night, I did some editing on my novel, and it felt great!

But, since I have been working on a few short stories that hasn’t reached my wattpad account yet, I though I’d give a pre-peek on one of them for my followers. Mostly because I am so pleased with the opening of this story, the build up is really nice, the humor is good, I just like it!

Now the question is if I can execute the rest of the story as well as the beginning. The story obviously has a moral at the end, and there is even a psychological element in it(I studied psychology after all!). So what you see below here is raw material, straight from the liver, no editing, no nothing. Just pure Ivory Pen!

Sadly I haven’t found a title I’m happy with yet, so my working title so far has been, Night of the new Moon.

Enjoy!

 

 

It’s not easy being a teenager. Boys accidentally get an erection in the locker-room. Their voices change and cracks. They shrink in shame as their mom clean their room and by chance discover their porn. Girls get their periods and have to find their way in a sea of pads and tampons while worrying if their jeans are fashion right, and what size bra they should use.

I really wish I was a normal teenager, with normal problems. Then I could spend my days worrying if my crush likes me or not. But no. I had to be different. And I don’t mean hair in weird places or asymmetrical boobs. It’s worse. Much worse. You’re probably thinking I have lots of acne or some other weird disease. I wish.

No, when I hit puberty something completely different happened.

I, turned into a cat.

They didn’t mention anything about that in Health class!

Every night of the new moon, I change into a black, fluffy cat with green eyes.

Mom, is there something you want to tell me?

Turns out, I’m adopted.

Not exactly the answer I had in mind. But what am I supposed to ask her? Mo-om! Why do I turn into a cat each month?

Yeah, I don’t think so.

 

 

To be continued…

Writing in a foreign language

I blog in English, I write my stories in English. Now why would I do that? Why not write in my native language? The answer lies in feedback. Getting feedback on your writing is a huge hurdle for many writers, so they seek out fellow writers on online communities. There, they give and get feedback, inspiration and ideas.

Sadly, there are no Norwegian online communities for writers. There is simply not enough audience to keep such a site. The closest thing I have ever found is one that is aimed at poets.

So what is a girl to do? Well,  my dad always used to tell me, that English is the door to the world. And he was indeed right. I started writing in English around the age of 17. My vocabulary was joke, my grammar would have made my English-teacher cry and change profession, but it opened up a whole world of writing-blogs and communities aimed at all kinds of writers! Combine the fact that I always felt like an outsider, and my unusual interest in writing while living in a town of only 13 000 inhabitants, I finally felt I fit in somewhere. The Internet and the English language gave me a doorway to a place I belonged. Like I had found my long lost kin.

Naturally, I continued writing in English after this and it improved vastly. Today, I actually have problems writing in my native language. There is just no flow, it’s clumsy and weird, like the words are stuck. As soon as I switch over to English, it all just pours out of me. I still have my issues writing in English of course, and I probably always will, a foreign language is a foreign language no matter how much you practice.

So as weird as it might sound, I actually prefer writing in English! Which is a problem right now as I am trying to enter a writing contest held by a Norwegian publishing firm. Writing in Norwegian again has a few perks, but I mostly feel like I giving up on the contest and just write in English.

But I’m not good at giving up, never have been, never will be:)