Excited, too, so that’s good. I’m getting a kick out of the stories I’m writing and already have a series in play for the fairy tale mashup. It’s fun coming up with creative twists on familiar (and less familiar) fairy tale, fable, and folklore characters.
There’s a challenge to write 100 pages from May 1st to May 7th. I’m thinking of giving that a whirl to keep the momentum going. I’ll still blog but maybe once or twice a week (perhaps the for the #ROW80 check-ins) so I can focus on the stories I’m writing and revising.
As for the rest of the alphabet, I have pretty much all the topics covered but sometimes my inspiration for the content comes to me closer to the deadline. It’s been fun blogging through the ABCs and I look forward to doing that again next year.
We’re rounding the bases and home plate is in sight. It’s been an eyeopening experience and I can’t wait for future writing challenges and opportunities.
In the meantime, I’m taking it easy so my hands can recuperate and am catching up on some reading. I’ve also found some old stories that I’m reviewing with fresh eyes and have some story ideas I’d like to tinker with.
Though, I’ll be saying this more near the end, as well, thank you for coming with me on my writing journey this month.
So, you know how dictionaries have a pronunciation key in square brackets next to the word being defined? I decided to look up unusual words for possible blog post themes. This is what they have for ranunculaceous [rəˌnʌŋkjʊˈleɪʃəs]. Thanks, dictionary. So, this word means ‘of, like or pertaining to buttercups.’ First thing I thought was, huh. That just kicked simplicity in the teeth. Then I started to think about buttercups and how when we were kids we’d put them under our chins and our necks would have a buttercuppy glow. I don’t remember the purpose of this task/game/event. If anyone knows, please refresh my muddled memory. My formative years in the UK had quirky highlights. Aside from the buttercup game, we also had a little quail family in our school yard.
As far as tangents go, buttercup necks and quails are pretty off, but it all got me thinking about yesteryear. Then that, in turn, brought me to a more thematically appropriate word that we can discuss for the day:
A more familiar word that allows one to reflect on the past, to reminisce, as it were. Boy, I’m up to four R words already. I’m on a ro–continuous streak.
Are you a dweller? We look back on memories with fondess, endure the pang of heartache and disappointment over mistakes. A double-edged sword, when we retrospect, we anticipate that can of worms to open, old scar tissue torn anew. Emotional wounds as fresh as the day they first happened. Memories have a funny way of creeping up on you. A smell, an image, a sound. As writers, we have an encyclopedia of emotions that can be utilized to build conflict and add depth to any story. As people, it shapes who we are at this particular moment in time. One of my favorite English teachers in high school told us that when he was asked if he could go back and change anything in his past, he said he wouldn’t. I’m sure that people want to forget certain transgressions or downright disasters in their own lives, but what he said made perfect sense.
I look back on everything that’s happened to me in the last year. I expand that to the last five years. Every choice, every decision I made, good, bad, or ugly, has brought me to this point in time now where I am blogging with the online community. While I didn’t always have shining moments, I must say that I could not and should not try to change anything. In fact, painful as some memories might be, we all need to remember what it took to get us where we are today. And if we don’t like where we are right now, we can use the retrospect to see where we went off course (beyond tangents, that is) and focus on working to get back on track. I’m a stronger person today than I was yesterday, than I was five years ago. I’m a better writer, have met and interacted with amazing people in the industry, and I know I’m that much closer to achieving my writing goals. I choose the positive retrospect. All else is folly.
You can choose to mope about the woulda, shoulda, coulda, and then find out that a decade’s vanished and you’ve been on a lateral drift. Or, you can keep moving, keep writing, keep dreaming. My definition of dreaming is ‘flights of fancy tethered to a bullet train.’ You can dream all you want, dream as big as you want, but if those dreams aren’t going to take you anywhere, what’s the point?
Think of what you want to accomplish as of today. Are these goals you’ve had for a long time? How far have you progressed in achieving them? Take that retrospect to assess what you need to plan for the days, months, and years ahead. I get why people have those 5-year and 10-year plans. They’ve got goals and dreams anchored to a tangible and progressive plan.
I have an assignment for you, as much as it is for myself. Think of it as a time capsule or a letter to your future self. If you are so bold, feel free to do this in the comments section or even just for your own edification:
1) List your goals.
2) Track how long you’ve had the goals and your progress to date. (This is expected to have highs and lows.)
3) List any new goals, alternate paths to help you reach your goals or regroup to define a new set.
4) Pick a day some time in the reasonable future. Months, years ahead. Tailor this to the type of goals you set and the variables therein.
5) On that day, spend a little time retrospecting. Do this with a positive mind set. If things work out for the better, that’s great. If some adjustments are needed, it’s important you take ownership for those, as well.
It should be interesting to see what our future selves think about what we’re thinking and doing today. Personally, I can’t wait to get there so I can ask. 🙂
When you have a word count target to reach within a short timeframe, you’re taught that you need to get those words out now and worry about editing later. In theory, this makes sense. I reached my targets in half the allotted time: an extra (and slightly masochistic) challenge I gave myself this writing month. I wrote eighty thousand words for two different novels in fifteen days and I am proud of this accomplishment. This feat was in addition to my daily blog challenge and other writerly obligations, the details of which you can get a refresher here.
In the two weeks left in April, I can easily continue with those stories because they are far from over but I want to take a moment to reflect on what I’ve written so far. I’ve tried to make each moment count in my stories. Besides, after slogging away at the keyboard for a month, do I really want to drown myself in extensive editing that I could have otherwise avoided had I put more thought into the drafting process?
This is why quality over quantity is so important. And I will keep this in mind for the latter half of this writing month. I still have letters R through Z for the blogging challenge and there are a couple of short story anthology submissions due at the end of the month that have caught my eye. When it is so easy to produce first draft vomit, do you choose to get out the words that matter or the words that hardly matter, at all?
What are your thoughts on the whole quality versus quantity debate?
As promised, I must share with you two of my favorite poems to honor National Poetry Month. How about a little Frost and Thomas? And unlike our beloved Kid President, I happen to think that Robert Frost is cool. And it’s thematic, as well. Have a read:
I’ve accomplished a lot more than I had anticipated I would at this point of the month. I’d like to think that I have taken the road less traveled. Well, maybe it’s well traveled, but I overpacked. Two novels, a blogging challenge, and a Round of Words in 80 Days? I am as much tortured as I am an artist. Masochism aside, I feel accomplished. To quote another great from a previous post: “My head is bloody, but unbowed.” In this case, my fingers are numb, but still attached. It just doesn’t have that same ring to it, methinks.
Whether it’s this writing challenge or my entire writing career, I know I’ve barely scratched the surface of my full potential as a writer and storyteller in this global community. It’s so easy to get sidetracked on the path to publication. Distractions can keep you from your plans. While I don’t want to have blinders on so I can indeed stop and enjoy everything around me from time to time, I need to keep in mind my long-term goals and the importance of achieving them. Many adventures, challenges, and opportunities await before I take my final breath. With that in mind, I write on and move forward.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
You could go throughout your entire life without doing anything significant. Sure, you have a plan and you can see it there in the final hours. That is not to say that you need to make yourself known to the world, famous or infamous. But this is in line with yesterday’s post. How do you want to live your life? Each moment should be savored. Each opportunity taken else it is a waste. But I dare you not to conform. Do not settle. Before the end of it all, make a difference, even if it is just to one other person in the world. Remember the journey as well as the destination.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Let me end this poetic post with a bonus that many of you will appreciate. A lyrical genius by the name of Ferris Bueller had this to say:
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Tonette, we’ve gone past the halfway point of the write-a-palooza. Why this theme? I promise, this is not a morbid post of me contemplating my own mortality. I want to share with you a talk Brad Meltzer gave on the subject, but it’s not what you think. Heck, even if it were, I’m such a huge fan of all that he does in spoken, written, and visual form, I’d listen to that, too. He is a wonderful storyteller and a writing role model that I look up to. The video is about sixteen minutes long but worth every second.
Here’s an excerpt:
“Your words to a family member, to a friend, to a complete stranger, those words are your power. ‘Good job! I like what you did here. You have a real talent for that.’ Those words are power and they’re your power and if you don’t use them, time fades and your power fades with them… Ordinary people change the world.“
When thinking about what your obituary might contain, you shouldn’t mope about death, but rather, take the opportunity to really think about how you live your life. How do you want to proceed each day? What motivates you in your chosen profession? What are your passions? What are your goals? If you’re able to accomplish some of these, how do you show your gratitude to those who helped you get there?
Despite the negative vibes associated with the word itself, Brad Meltzer has transformed the idea to help us reevaluate our priorities. We need to stop traveling through life like automatons. This life is fleeting and it’s up to us to live each day with gusto. And it’s important that we do not live each day merely for ourselves, but for those around us, whether we know them or not. Simple acts of kindness such a holding the door for someone who has too many grocery bags, saying thank you to the person who reopened that elevator door as you ran into the building, appreciating the patient bus driver who waited for you to board despite the fact that he’s been driving all day and dealing with people far less pleasant than himself. Imagine how better life would be for everyone if we all just smiled and were kind to one another.
I hope that the theme title alone does not offend people, especially those in Boston. My heart aches for them and for anyone who goes through such tragedy. Comedian Patton Oswalt said it plainly and said it well: “So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, “The good outnumber you, and we always will.””
We all have it in us to spread goodness around. As a writer in the global community, I take that opportunity each day. I am thankful for what I have, hopeful for what I have yet to gain, and humbled that so many others struggle when there must be a better way. I don’t want to think about what my life was like in retrospect. I want to live my life right now in the best possible way, one thank you at a time. One smile, one good deed. We all have it in us.
If there is anything that I want to be remembered for it is not the millions and millions of books I sold throughout my career 😉 or perhaps the awards won for my writing contributions to film and television. I hope that people remember Tonette dela Luna as a kind, humble, and grateful person who was willing to help people every chance she got. I’ve been blessed to have family and friends around me that share the same ideals. On a global scale, I’ve only mentioned two people out of billions that had something poignant to share about the power of humanity. If I may be so bold as to count myself in their esteemed company, that makes three. Three down, the world to go.
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