So, this morning I did something new. I applied for a scholarship to the Writing Excuses Out of Excuses Writing Retreat. If I get it, I'll be going to a week-long writing retreat in Tennessee in September. The chances of getting it are extremely slim, but a girl can dream, right?
In other news, I've written two writerly parodies of songs from Frozen, which I shall post below for your enjoyment.
Let it Go
The page glows white on my Word doc tonight, not a letter to be seen.
A kingdom of prose and plot holes, and it looks like I'm the queen.
The wind is howling like this new idea inside. Cannot keep it in, I won't even try.
No don't come in, just let me be, write the story inside of me. Put on some tunes and start to think, get in the flow!
Let it go, let it go! Won't hold it back anymore. Let it go, let it go!
Turn the lock and slam the door. I don't care what my inner heckler
says. Let the words rage on. Late nights never bothered me anyway.
It's funny how some distance, makes plot bunnies seem small, and the
fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all. It's time to see
what the story will do, to test the charries and hurt them too. They'll
right the wrongs, just wait and see. I'll set them free.
(Demi Lovato version: Out here in my own new world, I'm finally free. Sometimes I like reality, but tonight I need to dream.)
Let it go, let it go, watch my words and fingers fly. Let it go, let it
go, and make the readers cry! Here I'll sit and here I'll stay. Let
the words rage on.
The letters fill the page with inspiration found.
My soul is flourishing in plot threads twisting all around.
And one thought crystallizes in an evil laugh.
I'm never giving up, I will finish this draft!
Let it go, let it go, I'll sleep at the break of dawn. Let it go, let
it go, my story will be done. Here I sit in the light of day. Let the
words rage on! Late nights never bothered me anyway.
Bonus lyrics from Connie Jean:
I don't care what beta-readers say
Let the charries die
Death threats never bothered me anyway.
Do You Want to Have a Word War?
(Thanks to Robyn Hoode for giving me that line.)
(There are two characters in this song, who I've called Lizzie and Phillip.)
Lizzie, at Phillip's door: Do you want to have a word war? Come on
let's write away. There's not a single word on my page, I've been stuck
all day, this scene I kinda hate. I've been procrastinating, on my
Facebook wall, just watching the hours fly by. Do you want to have a
word war? It doesn't have to be a long one.
Phillip: No, I have to study.
Lizzie: Okay, fine.
Lizzie: Do you want to have a word war? It's been an awesome day. I
brainstormed nearly half the night, and I need to write, before my
inspiration fades! I might have to kill an MC, but I'm not sure.
Competition will help my flow. Will you please come have a word war?
*A scene of Lizzie at her computer. Her expression changes from neutral to horrified and sad.*
Lizzie: Phillip, I need your help please. I need you sage advice. This
scene hit me in the feels. It really hurts. I think I'm gonna cry! I
tried not to kill the MC, I really did, but the plot said otherwise. I
don't know what to do now...
Later, Phillip, at Lizzie's door: Lizzie, I
know you're in there. People've been asking where you've been. I know
the end was really hard, and awfully sad, and left your heart in shards.
But look your story's finished. You met your goal. Just look at what you
can do! Do you want to have a word war? Here, I brought some chocolate.
Those were so much fun to write. If you have any of your lyrics to add, post 'em in a comment!