As I’ve shared before, of the delightful Christmas presents Michael (at My Comic Relief) got me, one of my favorites was definitely a set of four “My First Fright” essays by fellow bloggers who were willing to contribute to my series. I unwrapped a manila folder and was thrilled to see its contents. Here, then, is one of those accounts, from Jeff at The Imperial Talker. Jeff’s first fright is a super-creepy story, and his blog is a way awesome collection of all things Star Wars, so I highly recommend checking it out!
Writing this tonight, after writing a lengthy piece about Insidious (and why it’s way better than people give it credit for), felt a little different than writing most nights felt. This is the story (if you haven’t read my intro already) about a girl whose dead friend returns to earth to visit her. Michelle, the girl who gets the visit, doesn’t know why her friend’s here. This is the eighth part of the story. If you dare read the first seven parts (which feel a little choppy and uncertain now) well, here they are. I’ll preface this, as usual, by saying that I tend to do more academic writing and, to a lesser extent, creative non-fiction. I am not a fiction writer, although I’m reading about writing fiction. As such, I am only slowly learning what the hell I’m doing — and I say that assuming I ever learn! (End moment of needless self-deprecation).
Okay, so I’ll give a briefer version of the same overview as before. This is my novel-like-project (I don’t think one could really call it a novel, at least not yet) that I plan to write over the span of two months by setting the very do-able goal of writing 1,000 words a day. This story is about my dead friend, but it’s a pretend story, in which my dead friend comes back to life. As Paul Simon says in “Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard,” – “I’m on my way, don’t know where I’m going.” This is just a fun experiment from someone who’s quite used to writing academically but hasn’t had much fiction practice, at least not for a few years, so bear with me. Michael and I have written some fan fiction that you can find on this blog, but my writing my own plot and characters, alone, is proving daunting. Anyway, here are the earlier parts of the story: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5. Read on, if you dare! Continue reading ““Annie, You’re Dead” Part Six”
As part of a fantastic Christmas gift, Michael tracked down some contributors to my “My First Fright Series,” a series on my blog which I happen to love and which hasn’t gotten any contributors for awhile. In this series, which I started by writing about two of my earliest childhood fears, I ask other people to write about their earliest memories of feeling afraid. The results tend to be an interesting, surprising, eclectic group of terrors. So, before delving into my first Christmas Gift “My First Fright,” I’d like to extend a tremendous thank-you to my boyfriend, Michael, at My Comic Relief and today’s contributor, Bryan, of Hyperspace PodBlast, for a fantastic re-telling of a Star Wars related first fright. Continue reading “What Scares Us: Bryan L.’s First Fright”
So not only have I never written a novel, but I haven’t written a short story in almost six years. There are a couple memoirs I’ve worked on sporadically since then, but not consistently, and I never get very far with them. I mostly write reviews and literature and film analysis for this blog, and for my doctoral work, because both fiction writing and personal memoir writing, while very appealing to me, also intimidate me.
So, if you haven’t read this on a previous post already, I decided to start my own Nanowrimo over a month after the fact, after letting the real Nanwrimo month slide by. Suddenly (and, not fortuitously, during final paper writing time) writing fiction and just abandoning myself to the messy process, without worrying about much self-editing yet, sounded appealing. So I’ve started writing about a friend who died and, who in the story under formation, comes back to visit me.
If you haven’t read any of my pieces yet (which is highly likely) I’m on day four of thirty days, and I just told Annie, my dead-and-returned friend, what it was like when she died. Now I’m telling her what her funeral was like. What I’d say about this project is that there are a lot of things I like about it and that I’m pleased with, but there are some incongruous elements of the different narratives, and I feel like I’ll have a lot of gaps to fill in if I want to turn it into something more “concrete” and “pulled together,” when final papers are done and after the month of initial, intense, base-writing is over. If you’d like to read the story up to this point, here’s part one, part two, and part three. But I don’t flatter myself to think you have enough time or interest to necessarily do that, so the background I just gave you should catch you up to speed, if you care to read part four, below. Best! Continue reading ““Annie, You’re Dead” : Part Four”
Pre-Story Lamentations on Life:
Okay, so I worked six hours at my video store job today and finished (and submitted!) my second of three final papers for the third semester of my PhD program. Woo-hoo! As such, I’m kind of running on fumes right now, and I can’t guarantee this (third) section of my self-imposed daily writing goal will be any more coherent than my first (here), or second (here) – which were both fine, except for the fact that I sporadically switched points of view between the two of them and realized it post-online publication. (A problem I have to fix, but I work 25+ hours in the next four days and have one more final paper, to start and finish, before I’ll likely have a chance to do that). Some details about the Oreos are fucked up too. The Oreos tie both narratives temporally together, when they’re supposed to happen on two different days. I’ll fix that later. I was writing fast. I can’t say mindlessly, because I’m sure my brain was working rather hard, but I was disregarding details and narrative congruence in a big way.
On the bright side, I got promoted at Torrid today! On the downside, I tried on all the clothes that got too big when I lost weight, and they fit again. On the bright side, I’m one paper away from making through a full-time PhD course load during a semester in which my brain erupted into unplanned, delusional mania, and it’s over now, and I’m no worse (except maybe fatter) for it. I think I’m destined to be larger than I’d like, now that I’m in my thirties. The days of 125 lb. 25 year-old Kalie are sadly gone, as dead or deader than the friend I’m writing about (sorry for the insensitive joke, “Annie,” but I think you’d appreciate it). You win some, you lose some. I gained pounds and lost my mind. So it goes.
I’ll end on a high note. I’ve listened to Shakira (Waka Waka, specifically) on repeat now to pump myself up for my 1,700 + words, which I have to finish before midnight tonight – in two and a half hours. So now that I’m done rambling, here’s the third installment of my post Nanowrimo, but Nanowrimo-style story, based on a close (indeed, a “best” insofar as I like to use that word) friend, who died two and a half years ago in April.
P.S.: I usually write in the morning. We’ll see how tired night writing goes. Continue reading ““Annie, You’re Dead” Part 3″
Yesterday I decided that since I skipped Nanowrimo, I would do my own Nanowrimo, over a month later. I read that the purpose of the project was not only to write a novel, but to just put your ideas down and write, so you’re not overanalyzing what you’re writing, and kind of harboring your own inner genius that way. I really liked that notion, because I struggle to write fiction. “What if,” I thought, “I just sat down and wrote whatever words came to mind, without really pausing to consider?” Yesterday, thus, the first installment of my prospective novel, “Annie, You’re Dead,” was posted on my blog. Today I’m posting the second part. I’m trying to write 1,700 words a day.
I didn’t provide any background, yesterday. I have a friend, whose name I’ve changed. She died two and a half years ago, though I won’t say why, because I hope that will be revealed later in the story. I used to have dreams of her coming back to life to hang out with me, so I decided to change those dreams into a novel. I can’t say this is the result, exactly, because this will, I’m sure, require a lot of revision. This, thus, is the early byproduct of those dreams. Today is my second day of writing. Here is the first part of the to-be-novel, from Day One. Continue reading ““Annie, You’re Dead” Part Two”