I am totally uninspired today. I sat there attempting to work on a fanfic piece and I think I may have got a whopping fifty words typed. I instead got distracted emptying out my email accounts, looking for a sound dictionary, which I might add, there is not one.
I was trying to write sounds, or the sound of fabric falling and all I got was fwoof. Yeah, see that word, or non word, just doesn’t sound like something you would want to hear. So I challenged my friends on Facebook to help me start a sound dictionary. Things like swoosh, foof, fwuf, splat, plop, etc. I actually got a fair amount of help, for which I am grateful. I love sounds, and I want the right sound at the right spot. However, some sounds just don’t seem to exist in written word.
Well, after fiddling around with nada in writing, after dinner I finally sat down and attempted to put a very, very odd dream into words. That is always a challenge 12 hours after being awake. The dream has usually faded some, and sitting there trying to describe the weirdness of it was a challenge. Not that I was keeping it for anything important except my journal. And trust me, no one wants to see my journal.
I guess writing about writing, which I am doing here, is still writing. Not very exciting writing, but it’s still writing. I just feel a bit guilty that I haven’t done anything terribly constructive today. I got tweaked about the horrendous not me query letter that I thought I had down. Yeah, not so much. So it’s back to the drawing board so to speak and not following a real query letter. It all depends on the agent you find, and well the one I want has his own preferences. I was not following the preferences. So now I’m starting from scratch, slightly lost, and hoping I get back in the swing of things.
I seriously understand why people don’t like writing query letters. I can honestly say I hate writing mine. I don’t do query letters. I do fiction. Well, I hope I do fiction. I even started questioning my books that I want to submit because of a comment someone gave me. I sat there second guessing myself wondering if I’m not really good enough. It’s a horrible feeling. Feeling like maybe you are making the worlds worst decision. That feeling has fortunately faded. A bit. Okay, a smidge of me is still second guessing myself. I hope it goes away after a few more nights of decent sleep.
Lack of sleep is an amazing motivation killer. Yeah, I may be a night owl, but staying up till 3AM isn’t probably the most healthy thing in the world. And doing it for three or more days straight. Yeah, recipe for disaster.
So I guess as I always sign off………