Journals From a Land of Joy and Darkness: Dumping Reality, Indulging Fantasy

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Dumping Reality, Indulging Fantasy

When writing, or even drawing, for that matter, we all want to have total focus on our work. A lot of times, though, reality can get in the way. A lot of different things can be on your mind when writing that have nothing to do with what you are trying to indulge in, and in effect can invade your work. That's why you should keep daily journals before you begin your writing, to "dump", as someone put it, everything that has been on your mind up to that point that day.
I give credit to my friend Charlotte for introducing this, and, since I'm now an avid sponsor of it, I will give you the online link that you can record your progress on: http://www.750words.com/ . It's basically just a way to dump reality for a while, so you can live in your fantasy, and put as much of your mind as you can into your work. Aaanyway, I hope this helps you like it's helped me!

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Charlotte GraceJuly 3, 2011 at 4:09 PM
YAY I'm Charlotte :D You can blame a magazine, ZNZ and Meadow for finally getting me into it.
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MeganJuly 3, 2011 at 7:29 PM
Yes! :D It's really a great tool, and a challenge, too. I think it also helps with writing blocks, because it gets the words flowing.
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My Favorite Book Quotes

~" 'What is REAL?' asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. 'Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?'

'Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.' "

-The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams

~"My mother used to tell me about the ocean. She said there was a place where there was nothing but water as far as you could see and that it was always moving, rushing toward you and then away. She once showed me a picture that she said was my great-great-great-grandmother standing in the ocean as a child. It has been years since, and the picture was lost to fire long ago, but I remember it, faded and worn. A little girl surrounded by nothingness."

-The Forest of Hands and Teeth, by Carrie Ryan

~"She had never cried so hard in her life. The moon drew the sound out as if she were a dog. She cried because Muffet loved her and because Hyacinth didn't. She cried for Mrs. Lambert, who was nice, and for Caroline, who had died when she was eight years old. She cried because she had been left alone in a burning house and because she had not been good. She cried for fear, because she was afraid of the dark, and she cried for lonliness, because no one knew she was alive."

-A Drowned Maiden's Hair, by Laura Amy Schlitz