Check-in: Word count goal met while working on STS. Soak up the sanity here.
March is my giddy month so I'm trying not to post the blog equivalent of hysterical giggling. Been working on STS, minding my own business when all of a sudden the MC unleashed a crapton of backstory - now I see why she's been making so many dodgy choices. Have I mentioned how much I love writing?
I haven't been nabbing as much writing time as usual. Mostly because bedtime is taking up all of the freaking night. Right now, I can hear two kids having a show-down upstairs and the twins in the next room doing their best Charlie Bit Me impersonations. I'm hiding in the dark so they won't see me laughing. It's my fault for having five kids - babies are so easy, they just eat and sleep and poo and look cute all day long. Then they start walking and all hell breaks loose. If I decided to write Mammy Fiction, I'd have decades of material. :)
I was reading up about Enid Blyton earlier. She was (despite motherhood) scarily prolific and popular and yet panned by critics as being a mediocre writer. Her books are still being sold - not bad for a mediocre writer.
When I was a kid, I devoured her books - she made me think I could be a writer. Roald Dahl taught me that writing could be dark and fun. I know there's a lot of old-fashioned terms and ideals that people like to censor but I definitely didn't grow up racist or thinking that men should rule the world. Quite the opposite, in fact. Although I'm very firm on the cheating is awfully bad stance. :D
Blyton's books were quite preachy though (which is kind of amusing considering her personal life), and I'm not sure why I loved them so much - maybe the lack of adults was the draw. Maybe it was the fact I kept waiting for George to smack Julian. Maybe it was the homeless circus boys who owned friendly monkeys, the circus girls who could ride wild horses or the ordinary girl taken in by the circus who could tame anything. (I soooo wanted to join the circus). Let's not get started on the tuckboxes and the snobby posh girl at boarding school. And the Faraway Tree? Beat that if you can. That kind of book is absolutely one of the first stories that drew me to writing. Think of anything, create it, and there's a ready-made world for you to jump into. Anything can happen because you make it so.