Moving On

So, the blog I was supposed to start later, is up, and running. Its been a good month or so here, and while it was great while it lasted, I got paid.

Let me explain that.

I had a job, yes, had a job and with the first salary I got, I paid for the address. Nothing more, I mean I could have but that would have prevented the posting stuff up there, so I didn’t. It didn’t matter. At a further time, it very well might.

That is what is important, I guess to get it all going, a minimal approach to blogging where all you need to do, at least initially is to get stuff out of the door, get the blood pumping. I think that is happening right now.

I guess I can’t stretch it anymore. Check it out, yeah?

Flow

“1991 is as far from you as is 2030”

It has been a week since I wrote something for the blog. It has been a particularly tiring week this. Both with the literal and the non-literal scenario. The story is finally going fine, but not without its hiccups. It was a week full of deciding which way the story should go. And when I finally was more or less decided with what was going to be the general direction, the troubles began.

What I do is tell stories, and if I were to talk to somebody, my friends, my family or even a random stranger on the street, and tell them what was in my mind, I’ve already told my story; I can’t do that again! I experiment with this once, on Wattpad. I began with a story, was some fourteen chapters inside, but then I couldn’t continue. This post, get feedback, continue-system of writing works for some, and quite spectacularly so I might add; but not for me. Also once, it’s out there, later on if you want to change something in the beginning, you can’t. Because as I said, you never know where the characters take you.

Flow, becomes important in these cases. Telling stories that is. I get that when you’re stuck at some point it feels like a better option to continue at a future point, and believe me at that point everything in the future seems so awesome. But once you make the jump, you can’t go back to where you were. It’s sad, but true. It has happened to me already once. And I had to dump that story, and start afresh, just because I was struggling with describing the protagonist and decided to get back at the problem, after chasing something else in the future. It doesn’t and it didn’t pan out.

It is important I guess, to struggle. No matter how long it takes, or how hard it gets to continue with the flow. Finish with the current circumstances before going on ahead; because once you’ve made the jump, you can not go back.

I had similar desires in the past week. The story was stuck, and the ideas I had for the future were far more appealing. Still are I think. But I could not leave it unfinished. I could not let it go with just one chapter left between now and the future. I think I did right. I’m on the fifth and last chapter of this leg, and I guess it’s turning out great.

P.S. Chapter Five. The timeline is pretty much screwed now.

Title Matters. Really?

Shakespeare once said something about names once, quite famously so I must add. Something about names not mattering. And I have mostly agreed with him. The keyword here is mostly.

Most of the times I’d finish a piece, and then I’d think about the title. Think. Oh wait, I don’t think about a name, ever. This holds true when I’m talking about the other cases too, where I do believe names matter. Is it getting too confusing? Let me explain.

Case A:

Most of the times, when I’ve finished a piece I have no idea about the name. I do have some idea regarding the theme, the soul of the piece if you will. And so I’m not really thinking about the title it just comes to me.

Case B:

But that’s not how it happens all of the time. Sometimes all I do have is the title and nothing else. Sometimes, when I’m having troubles all that it takes is for me to name the piece and somehow magically, I’m able to see past the hurdles at the finish line! Just like that! A swoosh of the damn wand!

This is what happened to me quite recently. The challenges that I was talking about in Calculations. I was having trouble keeping the story taut, trouble imagining the characters, their actions, and the situations they were in, when suddenly I named one chapter in the first part. And as I did that, everything fell into place. Just like that! A swoosh of the damn wand! You see I had tapped into the soul of the damn thing. I now knew what this particular chapter was about. What I want my reader to feel as he goes through the chapter (what he feels eventually, is entirely a matter of perception; and another post sometime). And so I had a foundation, a solid foundation to build my monument on!

P.S. Some couple of thousand words into the second chapter. Pace is good. Cheers!