One of my sweetest friends on the planet Erica (you may remember her from here and here) invited me to participate in something called a Blog Hop. What is a blog hop, you may ask? Not only is it an excuse for me to post an adorable picture of a bun, but it is also kind of like an internet chain-letter. But not in the creepy, Nigerian money-scheme type way. A friend invites you to talk about writing on your blog and then you in turn invite YOUR friends. Fun all around! Writing about my writing is kind of trippy, so I appreciate your indulgence in advance. 🙂 Here ‘goes…
What am I working on? Living in the Hollywood area means that you actually CAN’T talk too much about what you are ACTUALLY working on. Proprietary stuff and all. I will say that I am working on a couple of things. Also, producing consistent, perpetual content for FTTDWYW has proven to be super time-consuming. I’m also working on my tan? Just kidding… skin cancer stinks.
How does my work differ from others of its genre? I am a firm believer in everyone having their own unique voice. There is just nothing you can do about it. You are a product of your unique past and experiences and all the people (and their people before them) who got you to where you are. I fancy myself funny, but that could just be a lie I’ve been telling myself for years. I come from a long-line of charismatic people/story tellers and I hope I got a smidge of that… and hopefully a dash of old-south genteelness? And my work probably differs the most from other writers in my genre in that my grammar and punctuation are most likely atrocious.
Why do I write what I do? I am fortunate enough in that I only really write about things that interest me. I have a large range of interests, though. I also write as a type of therapy. Words have much power. It is amazing what a few key/penstrokes can do- both good and bad- for the writer and the reader.
How does my writing process work? It often starts with much procrastination. It (generally) starts with an idea (sometimes a picture). The idea inspires research, if necessary. Sometimes the words come easily and it is hard for my fingers to keep up. Sometimes, I just write out thoughts and jokes and then carefully rearrange them into something resembling a paragraph. Although I do a lot of photo-editing while the television is on, writing is impossible for me under those circumstances. Similarly, writing with music is something I love… but it generally can’t be anything with lyrics. Chopin’s Nocturnes were my writing jam there for awhile. Most of my writing takes place after 10:00 p.m., but that could just be a symptom of circumstances. Oh yeah, and p.j. pants. P.j. pants are key.
Anybody got any good work music recs?