Writing is a glamorous job: an office with an antique oak desk, dark-rimmed glassed, whimsical scarf, typing away in an ecstasy of inspiration until voila! A novel is written, which becomes a best-seller and is made into a movie starring a man who looks good enough to eat. All of this is done while drinking like a fish and/or consuming copious quantities of illegal drugs.
So I’m told, anyway. Never tried it. At least I got the dark rimmed glasses.
Kim Rempel, a fellow “Inkster”, a hawk-eyed editor with a (self-proclaimed) built in BS meter, and a knack for writing articles that touch hearts, graciously
shanghaied invited me to share my writing process as part of a blog hop. I don’t know what a blog hop is, but I’ll do my best. Be sure and read her post about her ‘beastly’ writing! She may already be regretting that she asked me to do this.
It’s an Icky Process
My writing process is… untidy. Today my ‘writing uniform’ is blue scrubs, hair frizzy from the steam of cleaning my process room, and stinky purple socks. My desk is my knees, my office is a stainless steel bench.
One day I hope to have a studio, complete with an espresso maker and a big picture window and a sound system that plays Bon Iver in crystal clear surround sound. Then I’ll be able to close a door and write for three hours straight. But right now, I accomplish what I can, under everyone else’s noses.
Blog posts come from jokes with colleagues (head-swapping, for instance), from books I read I the bathroom, and from things I meditate on while my coating pan is running. They’re written on my iPhone while on lunch-break, edited on the next break, and posted when I get home.
Scenes for my novel are imagined in my head while working, and written at 1:00 am after a late shift. Sometimes I temporarily become these characters and let them ‘see through my eyes’ as I work. That can be fun or traumatic, depending on the circumstance. In this way I learn to know my character. It is a bit like an actor talking about being ‘in character.’ The good actors make you believe you are that person, and I strive to do the same thing with my characters. For me, the characters ARE the story.
Social networking is done while brushing my teeth, on the breaks when I’m not writing blog posts, and on the toilet. TMI? It’s the icky truth.
Now, what else was I supposed to say?
What am I working on? I am in the mid-stages of editing an apocalyptic/zombie/love-story. I hope to publish late June, early July.
What makes me different? I doubt there has ever been such a character-driven zombie novel. In spite of the guts, guns, and gore, it is a love story at it’s heart.
Why do I write what I write? I write what fires my imagination. I get a kick out of taking a scenario, adding a big twist, and seeing what happens. For example, I work in a pharmaceutical plant. I once asked myself “What if we were manufacturing humans?” That idea became an entire novel–next in line to be edited after the one I’m working on.
And that, my friends, is all.
Ashely Kaboha is a photographer who is also participating in this blog hop. Her photos are BEAUTIFUL, and she has a real passion for helping women discover their own unique beauty.