For the entire month of April, I am taking up fellow blogger, Arlee Bird‘s challenge to post a new blog post each day (except for Sundays: the day to rest my typing fingers). For her challenge, bloggers are invited to create a theme for their posts or just post at random. The one rule is that each day’s post pertains to something that starts with a letter of the alphabet. There are 26 days in the challenge and as many letters in the alphabet. Day one will be to write on a topic beginning with the letter “A”, and so on.
This week has all been a bit of a blur. The time change threw me for a loop for two reasons: (1) Even though I’d been reminded about it by my mom several times, I still managed to forget last night that I was losing an hour; and (2) I was so excited about the new Gallery I’m putting together for my website and blog, that I stayed up until 1:00am (really 2:00am with the time change) to work on it!
Dialogue is a tricky, fickle thing. It can draw the reader into interactions between characters faster than any narrative could ever hope to do. Dialogue can make its readers laugh, smile, get angry, and sometimes reach for the Kleenex box on the bedside table.
Let me just start off by saying, I love watercolor, especially when it comes to illustration. It is, however, often described as being perhaps the most difficult and unforgiving of mediums to work with.
Finding What Doesn’t Add Up While Editing
Whether you are a Plotter or a Pantser when it comes to writing (see my post Writing: Plotter vs. Pantser), one thing all writers have in common is the need to work feverishly to get the story down on paper. What can often slip through the cracks during this mad rush to tell a story, however, is continuity.
When we make the decision to become a writer, it is because there is a story so urgent to be told, that it won’t leave us alone until we tell it.
When I begin an illustration, more often than not, I have no idea where the pencil will take me. I look at the grooves in the paper and let my mind wander a bit, seeing if a character may take shape there alongside the shadows on the page.
I’m a writer.
There I said it. There’s no going back. It’s right there in black and white. I am a writer. I may not have always known this small fact about myself, but there’s no denying it now. There are stories in me that must be made real.