Practice: The law that force you to suck.

Writing to me is just practice. Practice in writing, practice in thinking, practice in storytelling. This attitude allows me to suck. Because that is what you do when you practice. You suck at something for so long that people notice that you are making less mistakes than the rest.

And then suddenly you feel like a god. Because you have gone through the same mistakes, and corrected your behaviour.

I ponder if there are things that I can do better (there are). I am planning on making a world-bible (atlas, and encyclopaedia combined). Before that  I need to become better at drawing maps. Because if there is one thing I will need then it would be a lot of maps.

I coach writing, and my coaching mantra has become this: I’ve done it, you can too!

I’ve been on that ladder. I was doing 500 words a day. That was hard for a time. It needed hours of my time. Some days I spent nearly two! That is a long time to get your 500 words out. It felt so hard that there was nearly no reason to continue, that is how those days felt. But the next day I had a new day, try again. There were days I could write for 1500 words. That was something I had never experienced before. I fell in love with writing.

It gave me two things: It allowed me to experience my bookverse, and it allowed me to see that I was doing something. Working on that one thing I had been dreaming of doing for years. Writing those things into existence.

How does it feel being a writer? Horrible. That’s the truth. I’m one of the first writers that I know of in my family. Which means that I am that one person, whom everyone is asking when the book is done. It’s kind of like being an IT professional, or that computer person that everyone goes to. “Yes, I can fix your computer. No, I don’t know when it’s done. Yes, it’s working away, It’s a really slow computer.”

But that has all been exchanged with “When is that book of yours done?” And I have to explain to them in an exhausted tone that I am not writing on one book. I write on multiple. Then their kicker, the one that goes for my balls. “Where’s the paycheck? You can’t live on no money.” Now, that is a loaded question. To me it feels like a powder-keg. You see I’ve been unemployed for five years.

It’s a harsh truth. But it is the truth. And I HAVE tried, I have been out there. Tried to ask employers. Worked on being a better applicant. I just wanted somewhere to work. When job-searching, people just didn’t notice me. And that annoyed me. I gave up. It yielded too few results in too long a time.

I didn’t give in to depression however, I hid. I hid in the Internet. Made myself someone people on the Internet would like. I learn games easy, so adopting new games came fair enough and I like being nice. So that’s what I did with my time.

I entertained myself. And I love it. You can drown whatever sorrows you have in the Internet. Without feeling the pounding head-aches that come with alcohol.

Sometime during this period I discovered Jeff Goins. I listened to him, I watched him grow. Joined a couple of the webinars that he sent my way. He was interesting. And he made me think of writing. I’d been fantasizing of making my own epic fantasy world. I’d made a few attempts before, at writing. I realised on one of my writing bursts, that I could combine all the stories I’d written before. It wasn’t all that hard.

I had to relax, or scrap a few rules of magic. But that was fine. I decided to make the rules of magic as follows: Whatever culture you have, influences what you can and cannot do in magic. If your culture tells you that you cannot use magic, because your left nostril is a little bigger than the right one, then that is your truth.

This opened up so many angles to me, that I don’t have any problems when I get a writer’s block. I just end up changing character… Yeah, I don’t do outlining. Which is something I am working on, as with so many of my other projects. I’m working on it.

“But you HAVE to outline! Otherwise, how will you know where you are going?” the short answer is that I don’t. The long answer is that I dooooooooooooooon’t. Now, joking aside. This does mean that I have to be more sensitive and effective at remembering stories. Which is why I spend longer training to write than people that does it the regular way (Outline one book, write one book, rinse, repeat). It means that my outline is not in “a year or so”, it means that the outline is “unknown”. I’m fine with that. My financial future has been “unknown” for five years.

I still look for jobs, but when I apply, I still get either no reply, or a negative reply. It doesn’t get me down any longer. I just sit down, every day, and write. It’s becoming a part of my life. Slowly. Today, I write 4000 words a day. When I started some 194 days ago (10th of march now.) I wrote a mere 500 words a day. And that was hard. Here comes the kicker. I write 4000 words in 50 minutes. When I am not distracted, which has become an integral part of my writing process.

When I apply myself, I don’t do half measures. I don’t go writing 500 words in an hour and am happy with that, I improve that. Then I level up the requirement. Sure, I could have gone with 500 words per day. Then be happy with it. But I would not have written 648,828 words if I did. And I would not have challenged myself to go for 100 000 words on day 3 in my first NaNoWriMo ever. (I won, writing 141,281 words.)

I would like to do the same with a job somewhere. I’ve looked into writing for on-line publications, but most of them requires educations which I don’t have, or a driver’s license, which I cannot afford to get.

End of pt 2. (No, it’s right. I’ve not edited part 1 and 3 yet, but this part is fine enough)

2015-03-08 4097 words, 78.79 WPM 32.56 % typo

Day 195: 4097 words in 52 minutes making the WPM: 78.79! Error rate: 32.56 %

“Me and Peter blinked our way to the place. It was early morning, and we didn’t have that many problems with the sun. Well, Peter didn’t. When we arrived, it looked like a giant warehouse. Peter knocked the door. Then he said that we had to make sure the officer on security was best the man he hoped.

Which as it turned out, it was.

Ah, the doors. Whenever we knocked a door. And it opened, It fell forward. So one had to dodge out of the way. It was according to Peter more of a funny quirk with this place than a standard.

They’d expect you to be alert enough to dodge when you come there. ” ~ Kimberly, Cursed Trueborn Vampyre

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2015-03-05 4055 words, 57.57 WPM

Day 192: 4055 words in 70 minutes making the WPM: 57.57

“Magikeren var ikke på på kontoret sitt. Men var i møte, noe som nesten aldri skjedde. Jeg ventet på kontoret hans.

Vi hadde fått streng beskjed om å ikke røre noe. Likevel var det noe som fanget oppmerksomheten min. Noe som aldri før hadde vært der. Midt i hylla hans, stod en globus. Vel, det så ut some en globus, men den hadde mange armer som rørte seg. Noen skate, andre ganske raskt. Det så ut some om den hadde blitt satt i gang for lenge lenge side. Jeg viste at det var viktig at de rørte på seg, jeg følte det.

Sakte gikk jeg nermere. Gjenstanden rørte seg kjappere, det var ikke mye, men det var nok til at jeg stoppet. Redd for å ødelegge den. “Ser du noe spennende?” Stemmen skremte vettet av meg. Jeg så meg om, men så ingen. “Jeg er her” Stemmen, det var slottsmagikerne. Jeg bare kunne ikke se ham “Ah, Det er grunnen til at alle leter etter meg” Plutselig stod han der, midt i rommet. “Jeg må ha aktivert ringen min, nåh, hva var det du ville mer enn vaktene ville jage deg ut?” Magikeren så snill ut, som han alltid gjorde. Jeg hadde aldrig sett ham sint.

Det var kanskje en bra ting. Mange hadde sagt at jeg burde holde meg unna magikeren. Men jeg like likte mannen.

Han stirret ut over vannet. “Jeg ville fortelle deg om fisken som har dukket opp på stranden bak fjellet” Jeg hoppet nesten av opphisselse. Mannen så skarp skarpt ned på meg. Jeg ble plutselig veldig oppmerksom på at skolissene mine ikke var knytt helt. Det virket some om det ikke brydde mannen nevneverdig.

Følte meg ganske dum egentlig. Det virket some om han viste det allerede. Jeg var på vei til å gå når han spurte. “Fortell, Var det ikke derfor du kom?”

Jeg snudde igjen. Og begynte å fortelle. En diger fisk. Like stor som femti menn minst! Jeg så den komme opp fra dypet, fuglene fløy vekk fra skogen forran stranden! Det var digert! Beistet var enormt. Jeg lurte på hvorfor nyeheten ikke hadde kommet til slottet enda. “trollmannen lukket øynene sine litt, så ut some om han tenkte. Han gjorde ofte dette med oss ungene. Sukkende, “Jeg må dra. Men først må jeg innom kongen. Han trenger ikke lete etter meg. Jeg har jo ikke forsvunnet!

Så løp han avgårde.”

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2015-03-03 4134 words, 61.7 WPM 13.16 % typo


Day 190: 4134 words in 67 minutes making the WPM: 61.7! Error rate: 13.16 %

“Staring into the glass wall be between us in the VIP lounge and the rest of the audience, I felt something change. It felt like something broke in me. I could not quite put my finger on where it came from. I felt tingling in most of my face, scratching didn’t help. That and there were a few other places that tingled. This was new, I had never experienced this before.

The others in the booth made no noise. They didn’t notice anything I think. This would be because I sat there silent. For some reason, I grew really hungry. It was a dull ache at first. However, as the show grew older, this grew in intensity. As the lights turned on, I felt my hunger focus, on the tiny, thudding vein running along the throat of the little girl in the family group.

Pulsing excitedly at the heightened emotions she had from the last part of the show. There were others there, but all I could see was her pulsing blood-vessel. The thugs interjected then. They stood between me and the girl. And was still starting to make themselves larger. Trying to seem significant, but a single word stopped them. Commanding a Halt. My other self had what it wanted. All the time in the world with someone to eat. Then, something unexpected to the other me happened. Peter. ” ~ Kimberly, Cursed Trueborn Vampyre

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2015-03-02 4070 words, 70.17 WPM 21.55 % typo

Day 189: 4070 words in 58 minutes making the WPM: 70.17! Error rate: 21.55 %

“I left them, and found my right hand woman in a dispute with some customer. “What can I do for you sir?” I asked, “Oh, um, Nothing miss” he said, and left the store.

“Rough day? ” I asked. The girl nodded. “He was trying to blame us for his falling on the pavement outside, and wanted another of our products, yet he could not show me the one that had been broken, nor a receipt.

I so scoffed ,there had been a couple of them this month. More than usual. People that would wanted to scam us. I wondered the reasoning behind their attempts. I left them and started readying the store for closing time. Wandering the isles and replacing and removing items, and generally made sure the store was in perfect state before closing.

It wasn’t much, but it helped me calm down about the investments made in the future of the store.” ~ Kimberly, Cursed Trueborn Vampyre

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