Hmmm...okay, where do I need this chapter to go? What happened last? What on earth am I doing? Have I really been sitting here for fifteen minutes without typing a word? I should probably stop making this face and start writing.
Okay, that was good. How much did I get... 200 words? That's it? Man. I wonder...the idea I had about Lend's mom connecting their dreams, that just isn't working for me. What if...
No, that's lame. What other connections do they have? How can they have this conversation? Is my forehead really this shiny? Focus, focus...
OH MY GOSH. THAT'S IT! Holy crap, how did I not see it before? This is going to be so awesome I'm kind of scared.
Okay, how the heck do you talk about something that your narrator can barely see? How do you describe nearly invisible? Why couldn't I have picked a nice, easy, traditional love interest? Oh, that's right, because I love Lend and he's adorable. I can do this...
Wait a second...I have chocolate! There's some hidden in the cupboard! I totally need a chocolate break. Chocolate would make this chapter about a million times better, I know it. Alright, sugared up, back to work.
Where was I? Am I scowling again? Dangit, writing is going to give me permanent wrinkles between my eyebrows. I've got to choose a different face to make while I'm deep in thought. Still, Paranormalcy is worth a few wrinkles, right? And a few extra pounds, because I hear the chocolate calling my name again...*All images have been dramatized. No actual writing occurred during photo shoot. Were images accurate, Laptop would feature prominently and earbuds would be dangling from either side of writer's head. Writing does not guarantee wrinkles. Adverse effects of excessive writing can include dizziness, lack of sleep, confusion, and death of social life. Kiersten assumes no legal responsibility for any injuries sustained should you attempt to imitate eyebrow expressions. Use as directed.
32 comments:
Kiersten - where's the "Nananabooboo" face when your characters do something they had no permission to do in the first place?
Oh, sorry, that's my photoessay.
Great commentary - almost spewed coffee. Thanks
Janet (Prairie Chick)
LOL!
Wow, you crack me up. That was great. :)
(I go through similar stages. Especially with the chocolate. My Muse really likes chocolate, as shown in my last post. She can be such a brat)
Janet--Ha! I actually left out the ridiculously goofy grin I get when I'm writing flirting or kissing. It's always really embarrassing.
Glam--Your Muse sounds FANTASTIC, are you kidding me? Loved that post, by the way ; )
Haha, I half expected a "No writers were harmed in the making of this photo essay" disclaimer at the bottom.
Alas, Kayleigh, there were several injuries.
Hi, Kiersten. Writing from hospital bed. I was able to do that single-eyebrow, Spock, thing, and the wrinkled brow. But I tried doing the chocolate thing without chocolate in the house. (You should have added the disclaimer, "Don't try this at home, Kids.")
The Muses have been visiting me for a couple of days now, but we haven't accomplished anything. Then, this morning, I realized what they are telling me: Play! Won't be getting anything intelligent written, but I wasn't anyway. So, what the hey? Right?
Bevie, I hope you're kidding, because you about gave me a heart attack when I saw you were writing from the hospital. Then I realized (at least, I hope I realized) that you were teasing me.
Sheesh.
Your expressions are almost as entertaining as the book itself.
And I can attest to those adverse effects in your disclaimer...
Excessive sitting at a computer can seriously damage your back, particularly if you are given to slouching and are carrying extra holiday weight.
This was hilarious! Mine would look just like that but with loads of teacups and the wrinkled brow a permanent feature.
lol...very creative post. I like it.
I'd love to see the goofy writing love scenes look!
The disclaimer is the most important part. Writing can be very dangerous. I tend to stop at green lights and walk into walls, when I'm in creative mode 'cause I'm always plotting and not really thinking.
Natalie--I'm glad you said almost.
Janey--Too true. I shift positions a lot.
Okie--Hi! And thanks!
Ha, Lotus! I miss freeway entrances and exits. Good thing I don't drive much.
Maybe if you're all really, really nice I'll try to capture my goofy, giddy, "Oh my gosh they're kissing!" face.
Teasing?
Have you ever tried to get chocolate when there wasn't any? I'm lucky to be alive.
Actually, I'm home alone with Firestar (my kitty). He isn't likely to dial 911 should the need arise. (He likes me. Just not that much. When he kneads my throat I'm convinced he's trying to strangle me.)
Sorry for the heart attack. (I hear chocolate is good for that, too. [grin]) It's just the Muses got me being silly. I'm off to write something completely stupid now. (Maybe I'll run - drive - to the store and get some chocolate first. [smiles])
You should run, Bevie. I figure if I walk to the store, I'm already burning off the chocolate calories before I eat them...
No, it doesn't actually make any sense.
Makes sense to me.
Run? I can't run across the room.
Seriously, my son has me walking the treadmill every day. I'm up to 1/2 mile in twelve minutes. The goal is 1-1/2 miles in 30-minutes. We add one minute every week.
By the way, I did write something completely stupid. What's scary to me is that I almost understand it.
Ha! You're adorable, Kierst. My favorite face is the one where you realize that you have chocolate.
Renee, that's my favorite face to be able to make...
ok, so what's the face that you make when you think you have chocolate just to find out you really don't? Or maybe that never happens to you...
Once again my brilliant comment has gone into the oblivion of the internet, never to be found again. So basically what I said was:
Love the chocolate picture etc, etc, Love the disclaimers etc, etc. And though our social lives die a dramatic a painful death, they are replaced by a life full of online buddies who we'll probably never meet, which just further emphasizes the fact that writers prefer two dimensional friends.
Oh, the life of a writer. You've depicted it so well. Sigh. Back to scowling for me.
My computer seemed to freak over my last attempted comment. Perhaps it was trying to tell me something.
Naaaaa, anyway, as I was saying before the blogger comment meltdown:
I have several comments I could make, but considering the last time I made some errant comment about a photo you posed and got in trouble, I shall decline.
Other to point out I was TOTALLY and COMPLETELY vindicated later.
Just say'n.
I tried mimicking these expressions a la Stanislavsky, just to get a feel for where you were coming from.
Sadly, I fell off my chair, and my doctor says the only way to fix my face is to hide it away for the rest of my life under a pizza.
Curse you, Kiersten! I laughed so much I'm suing!
HA!
Because not enough people have told you how hysterical/absurdly awesome this is.
Darn it Kierstin I almost had Dt Coke shoot through my nose!
LOVE the disclaimer at the bottom!
Megs--You don't even want to see that face...it's a dangerous thing.
Candice--I love ALL my imaginary friends. Including you.
Kasie--Me, too. I can't help the scowl.
Anthony--I thought about including a special disclaimer just for you that I wasn't going for cute, since we all already know I can do cute.
Whirl--Talk to my lawyer.
Sara--I'm all about the validation, so thanks for playing ; )
BJ--I should probably have put a Diet Coke disclaimer at the top, huh? Thanks ; )
So awesome!
Your "OH MY GOSH" face is my favorite. (Will you wear it to the double-premiere of our film adaptations?)
Absolutely. It'll go great with my dress.
I like this post and I love the small print.
it's america's next top novelist model! haha! i loved this! =D
LOL
What a great essay. I think the disclaimer really rounded this off besutifully.
Oh this post was hilarious! The faces were great.
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