Write Out Loud

I'm working on living out loud, so it only seems fair that I write out loud. To accomplish this - because when I first suggested it to myself, I didn't understand what I was asking (which is often the problem with presenting a new plan of action to oneself - by oneself) - I decided to write out new paths.

Not for myself, although a few months ago I could have used the technique. No, these curvy roads are for my characters. Whenever I get stuck, I usually snark at the muses and keep going. But I've decided to change it up - and write out the frustration - by writing out loud.

Now if I can't quite grasp the scene, I write it the way I can't help but create it, then go back and pour it out again. I step back, do a little digging while wearing my research party pants, and then return to the land of the lost. I sit back down, stick my tongue out at the computer, shimmy in my chair and attack. By this point, I'm able to escape into the world again.

I guess what I'm really doing is throwing a temper tantrum, but in an academic, leather elbow patch/smoking jacket, tweed-wearing kind of way. You know, the write way.

I don't know if anyone takes agin' their stories because the fall won't meet the landing, but if you do, give writing out loud a try. You never know when you'll be back this way again.

Today's word is: librocubicularist