Into the Fires

So… first things first, I just deleted my Snowed in Scribe blog and I have to say, there’s some sort of finality to it, it’s gone, into the fires of this blog-o-verse (or wherever they send the rejected blogs, perhaps it’s chilly there) and I’m actually sad about it. Which is odd, since it’s a just blog. And all the content of that blog is in this one. And  I “re-found” the blogs I followed. And I still have my followers. So there really isn’t a reason to be sad about it. I might have to pay some sort of homage to it via my name “Kellie Doherty: The Snowed in Scribe” or something, and perhaps I will. I’ve had some close people of mine tell me they actually liked that name better (it was more creative and fun, they said). I like the name too, why else would I have chosen it?

Anyway, random aside done… onto the actual blog post:

One thing I’ll always love about writing is when that inspiration strikes. Out of a scarlet inferno of ideas, character traits, scenes, and words swirling in the creative recesses of my mind, it just hits me, a flash of blue, burning to get out. Like I’ve tossed some useless wood into fire, expecting a plethora of reds and yellows like usual, only to have it burst into different colors – blues, purples and greens. It’s that sudden unexpected flash of color, that flash of idea, that you just have to get down onto paper before it’s lost forever.

I crave those moments! And what’s more, it happens at different times for everybody. There’s no formula for inspiration (and don’t we wish there were?) it just… happens. I was conversing with a friend only last week who said her biggest ideas come while she’s in the shower, while another friend said hers comes in the middle of the night. As for mine, you know that twilight hour where you’re not sure if you’re asleep or awake, right before you actually drift off? That’s when mine hits. I usually keep a pen and a pad of paper next to my bed specifically for those moments. (Although, the way my handwriting is the next morning I’m not so sure it’s a good idea to try to scribble in the dark.)

J.K. Rowling once said Harry Potter just walked into her life one day while riding the underground away from London. There he was, scar on his forehead, green eyes and unkempt hair sticking out at odd angles, walking around in her imagination and from there the series was born. Random, sudden, turning an everyday chore into a momentous life-changing occasion. If that’s not a flash of green or blue within the fires, I honestly don’t what is.

Warm regards,

Spurred on by Submissions

Submission deadlines are the best thing to motivate an uninspired writer. The deadlines for contests come up fast, unyielding hooks ready to yank the story out from under you. It’s the perfect stimulant for a write who, perhaps by their own doing or by some outside distraction, has stopped honing their skills. Either the story or poem, or flash is completed and sent in to the intangible, all-knowing judges assigned to decide your work’s fate, or it’s not. (And I don’t know about you, but I usually feel devastated if I don’t get a piece completed in time for a contest I really wanted to be involved in.) Simple as that.

For example, my poetry has been put on hold for awhile, longer than I really like to go without penning something poetic. Alas, my novel has taken over my muse and held it captive for quite some time and, understandably, my poetry has suffered. So, because of this, this past week I’ve really been focusing on my submission pieces, getting in poems and short stories that I’ve been re-working (or creating) to the various contests I’ve found. Thus far I’ve submitted one poem (and one short story) to the Anchorage Daily News, one poem to Ice Floe, and three poems to Message in a Bottle. I’m quite excited about all three of the contests so here’s hoping I get a good reply. What’s more is that, on top of the contests, I’ve been writing a ton of other random poems as well. It’s great!

I think I’ve been bitten by the submission bug (a fiery thing with large jaws) because I’m submitting to other contests too. By this Friday, I plan on having a rough draft of what I’m submitting to Live Life: A Daydreamers Journal, as well as have a solid idea as to what to write for RAW (Radical Arts for Women). Both of the contests call for short stories, which is also good, because I do need to work on my prose writing, developing more concise images, beautiful descriptions (with metaphors and similes), that sort of thing.

The moral of this post? Well, if you feel like you’re in a rut, just find some writing contests that intrigue you and submit before the deadline passes! It’ll get you writing again, and really, isn’t that what we want anyway?

Until next time!
Warm regards,

The New Look

Soooo, here’s it is!

It was a headache trying to set this baby up (domain names, you can’t change them, who would have thought?) but, with a few alterations here and there, I’ll be able to get this thing running, smooth as warmed honey.

Now, time to search out the blogs I followed previously and convince my followers I’m not a creeper. I’m not, really.

I’ll be sure to post a writing-inspired snippet tomorrow!

Until then!
Warmest regards,

Time to Revamp (Another Random Wednesday Post)

I recently had an epiphany concerning this blog and my fellow writers. How are they supposed to find me? I had a creative writing meeting with some new writers, we were talking about different writing platforms and the conversation drifted to blogs, I mentioned I had a blog and – poof – the name Snowed in Scribe was dropped onto the table like some invisible block of ice dripping uncertainty onto the hardwood surface. People were confused, rattled by the name even. They give me this “huh?” look. I put the blog’s address on paper and the writers still looked at me strangely.

Then it hit me. This is supposed to be my writing blog – my adventures in writing my novel, submission woes, and publishing craziness (perhaps even self-publishing, but you didn’t read that here!). My point being, it’s supposed to be a more “professional” blog, if you will. Yet the name Snowed in Scribe has nothing to do with my actual name – it’s more a declaration of place than anything. That got me thinking, all of my other “professional” things (linked in, twitter -yes I have a twitter now! -, gmail accounts) all have my name on it, my personal name – Kellie Doherty – and then, all of a sudden, I have a random blog named Snowed in Scribe?

The solution – change the name. And perhaps the design, as well, I’m getting rather annoyed with this off-center header and links on the bottom feel.

And you know what’s crazy? I’m kind-of sad about it, I like Snowed in Scribe, I like the wintery design (mostly, the header bothers me) but really it seems a bit childish to me right now. A bit too young. Perhaps its the freezing snow outside that’s annoying the heck out of me or perhaps its the gnawing critic in the back of my mind shouting that I should never ever change anything because if I do it’ll still be imperfect. Or perhaps it’s just me freaking out slightly because I turned 23 last week. Honestly, I dunno. I just know that this blog isn’t want I need it to be, isn’t what I want it to look like anymore.

So, by Friday, this blog will have a new name (probably Kellie Doherty, with some twist to it) and most-likely a new design as well. Just a revamp, a change of atmosphere to suit my needs and I wanted to give you, my followers, a heads-up so you don’t think someone hacked the account and messed with my stuff.

Check back on Friday for my new look!
Warm regards,

The Outline Monstrosity

I’ve done it.

I have decided to down-shift from my usual writing style and actually create an outline for my novel. An outline! It’s something I’ve not done before so I’m typing it out with both dread and excitement. (Though, to be fair, I’ve not written a novel before either so this whole thing is pretty new.)

I believe the hardest part I’ve encountered with writing an outline is just getting started on it. I stared at a blank page for a few days with only two words, “Novel Outline”, inking the white space. It was tough, daunting, scary even. But then I started typing ideas, filling out snippets of pin-point thoughts, fleshing out notes I’d previously written and – poof! – an outline. Not a complete one, of course, but at least a start of one. The document sits blazing like a firefly on my desktop.

Thus far I’ve gotten 18 chapters all lined up, discovered some new things about the character interactions, and even set up a plot-point!

It’s nice to have some rough idea as to where my novel is going, and, while it’s not everything, it’s a good feeling to have some semblance for my characters and events. I’m happy with it.

Warm regards,

Also – Postscript – I got a freelance article published in the local newspaper – the Chugiak-Eagle River Star A Passion for Dance. Check it out!