We Marooners seem to care less and less about what the “brr!” months are all about: crunchy orange leaves tinged with gold and brown, crips and nippy air all around, and anything cranberry. (Yes, the scent of bathroom cleaners included. Main Mall, I am looking at you.) Are we so wrapped up in our own thoughts, our 8 to 5 jobs, and our self-inflicted harmful thoughts that we are willing to overlook the beauty of October rushing in with the promise of more than chilly nights? The blessings of October that are centered on, but not limited to, great discounts on all things horror? And let’s not forget that during this time of the year, our folks over there at Brown Salts hold their classic take on The Midnight Convention. We all know what that means! Horror movie marathons, midnight zombie runs. ghost tours, séances, and that yummy apple pie made famous by Boothe’s. Definitely worth the two-hour trip to Brown Salts!
Let’s not forget November, where we hold the first week sacred for our dead loved ones. It also gets uncomfortably colder and colder. Better start stocking up on scarves and insulated gloves. Come December, we all breathe a collective sigh of relief. The weather doesn’t get less colder (on the contrary!) but all those pretty Christmas lights and colorful lanterns strewn just about everywhere are comforting consolations. Who could resist beautiful decorations, right? And if we are anything here at Maroon City, it’s this: Fashionable. Trend-setters. Hip to the core. Also, December gives us the perfect excuse to get drunk: Parties! And more parties! (Pro tip: Don’t get smashed during company parties. Chances are you’ll always regret what you’ve done. It’s The Morning After‘s leitmotif, regardless of whether you work at a law firm or a call center. Stick to wine, instead. It’s healthier, besides.)
Continue reading “The Maroon Dispatch, Vol. II”
I have been such a space case the past couple of months that I completely forgot I was working on something. A writing project, if you will. It started very spontaneously. So spontaneously that I wrote it down on our dining table, the words easily seeping out of the black gel pen that I so highly favor. I still remember that feeling I got while writing it down: electric, seemingly charged. Lightning coursing through my veins. Before I knew it, I had created a newsletter about a fictional place I created for my finished story.
Long story short, to spare you from painful ramblings: I was struggling with continuing that story. I was in the middle of book two and I just stopped. I was in a slump. No scene seemed fit or exciting. The characters were uninspired. I was ready to stop writing altogether and just numb my brain with junk food and reality TV shows. But then I started writing this… dispatch. I didn’t know which direction it would take. I just started writing about one of Maroon Island’s folklores. (Maroon Island is the fictional place I mentioned.) It picked up from there. This has been written last August, but I still want to share it with you. I’m hoping it’ll come across as unsettling yet fascinating. Here, dig in:
THE MAROON DISPATCH 8/15
Continue reading “Something New: The Maroon Dispatch, Vol. I”
I am known to enthusiastically say yes to my friends when we make plans to meet over the weekend… only to fall asleep and wake up hours after the agreed meeting time. When I’m not in sleeping beast mode, I cancel days in advance. Over here, in this blog, I know I said somewhere that I will organize my posts more. I also said I’ll be clearer with what I’m bringing to you guys, and one of those is about writing. (If I actually didn’t post that thought here, then sshhh. Let’s both pretend I did.)
So! Writing! Fun stuff! (I hear some sobbing in the background, muffled by the deafening roar of self-doubt and inflatable egos that we aspiring writers keep not-so-neatly tucked in the hems of our graphics t-shirts.)
I am here to talk about the two main characters in the story I am working on. It was fun. Sure, it’s not the same kind of fun you get going to the bar and getting drunk and sending drunk text messages to someone but hey. At least with this one, there is no hangover involved. Just pure, clean (CLEAN!) fun. The kind that reminds me of learning to ride the bicycle for the first time or playing touch ball under the summer sun when I was in my pre-teen stage. And it’s all thanks to Cait at Paper Fury for coming up with Beautiful People, a meme for writers. It has new topics every month, where you can talk about what you’re writing. Beautiful People is a fun, beautiful meme. Ladies and gentlemen, without further blathering, I present to you:
Continue reading “On Writing: Visualize Your Characters (Breathe Life into Them)”