If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?
The spaces we inhabit have an influence on our mood, our behavior, and even the way we move and interact with others. Enter a busy train station, and you immediately quicken your step. Step into a majestic cathedral, and you lower your voice and automatically look up. Return to your own room, and your body relaxes.
Today, choose a place to which you’d like to be transported if you could — and tell us the back-story. How does this specific location affect you? Is it somewhere you’ve been, luring you with the power of nostalgia, or a place you’re aching to explore for the first time?
Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.
The Daily Post / Writing 101, Day two – A room with a view
A room with a view
If I could go anywhere in the world right now, it would be Barcelona. I’ve been there once, a couple of years ago and I lost my heart there. The city is so lively, full of color and different from any other city I know. I’ve never seen anything like it. And I doubt that there is a place quite like that city anywhere in the world. The atmosphere is so unique, I remember stepping off the train and immediately the city felt like something fresh and new and at the same time I felt comfortable there. It was as if I had been there many times before, but I hadn’t. It was my first trip to Spain actually – my first time in Barcelona. I didn’t know the language or the people, nor the streets and the building and yet in a strange way it felt like coming home. I still – to this day – can’t explain that feeling. There is no logical explanation and I will probably never find it anyway.
The city was bustling with people, lots and lots people. Most of them like me visiting the city for a couple of hours, a day or maybe a week. But they were all unfamiliar with streets and the building. All in awe with what they saw. The locals however ran past the buildings without granting them so much as a look. They don’t see the beauty anymore, which is a shame. I would love to walk on those streets again, while listening to the sounds of foreign languages spoken by the people around me I would spend hours just looking up at the buildings. Buildings from which the wall slow as if they were waves caught in stone. I would climb the steep stairs into the highest towers of the Sagrada Familia which they started building in 1882 and still haven’t finished. I would wonder – while I was standing on the ground floor – if they would ever actually finish it … who would decide that it was finished? Gaudi who designed the building certainly has never seen in brought to completion, are they even still following his plans or are they by now just adding new pieces because they can? And since the building has so many styles , no two parts are the same who can really tell if the plans are still being followed. If you step inside the Sagrada Familia and you look up at the roof you would see a spectacle of colors, shapes and forms it would be as if you were gazing into a kaleidoscope.
Later that same day I would find myself riding a bus towards Park Güell. I could imagine myself sitting at the terraces shaped structure in middle of Park Güell looking out over the city, taking in the beautiful bright colors of the mosaics used to build the benches. Every inch of those benches is filled with playfully positioned pieces of brightly colored tiles. I remember sitting there – surprised by how comfortable they were – and I would sit there maybe for hours at a time. With a notebook placed on my lap and a pen in my hand. I would spend time looking around me, watching families as they pass me by. Children playing tag on the huge terrace, people snapping pictures of their families and loved ones. But I would be sitting their long after they have left still trying to take all the beauty which surrounds me in. And in between I would attempt to write – because it seems like such a perfect place to do just that, write. Yet I also know that I would most-likely be too distracted and chances are that I would return to my hotel room with a still empty notebook.
I’m going back, one day – sooner rather than later – I’m going back. I love that city and I’ve only seen a teeny tiny bit of it. There’s so much more to see and I want to see it all.
Though I would never want to live in Barcelona, reason for that is simple. The city would lose its magic. It really would, you know why? Because as soon as you’ll be able to see it each and every day it would become normal and that would be a true shame. I wouldn’t want to lose that special feeling this city gave me, but I do want to go back every chance I get and be in awe every chance I get.Writing 101 – Day 2 If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to…
To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.
Keep typing (or scribbling, if you prefer to handwrite for this exercise) until your twenty minutes are up. It doesn’t matter if what you write is incomplete, or nonsense, or not worthy of the “Publish” button.
And for your first twist? Publish…
This is the first time I’m actually writing something down about Camp Nanowrimo. Last year I attempted to do Camp Nanowrimo, signed up for a cabin and all but it just wasn’t my thing. The other participants only commented on things I didn’t know anything about. Since I was writing fanfiction I was assigned to a cabin with a couple of people who wrote Japanese based fanfiction I think, Pokemon and Yu Gi Oh or something like that. Sorry, I don’t want to seem disrespectful but I really know not about it. I write fanfiction about crime shows. The other participants were also a lot younger than I am – half my age almost. So we really had nothing in common and it didn’t motivate me at all, in fact it seemed to demotivate me more (is that even a word?).
I skipped April because that month is just too busy and I wasn’t really planning on participating right now. And honestly I hadn’t really thought about doing Camp in July but suddenly I realized that it might be a good idea to participate anyway. Even if I don’t make it I will still get some writing done and that’s what counts, right? That happened during the last write-in we had at the beginning of June. But not even my writer friends from the ‘Blue Unicorn’ group know that I’m actually participating. Actually no one knows. I’m one of those people who works best with a deadline, even if I set it myself by participating in Nanowrimo. So I set my goal to 25 000 words, which is half of what Nanowrimo and signed. But I didn’t sign up for a cabin this year. I think that it’s better to just focus on my writing for now, especially since this month is not really an ideal month either because of work. It’s a really busy month right before the vacation begins. But I really want to make some steps to move forward in my Criminal Minds fanfic. Which I’ve been working on for these past three years or so.
For now I’ve completely abandoned my 2013 Nanowrimo story ‘Mirrorland’. Since November I’ve hardly even looked at this story or worked on it for that matter. I did some things in December and January but all in all it’s not really worth mentioning. I did do some research this past month, there was a graffiti festival in my hometown and I went there and made some pictures, watched how it all worked to get some inspiration for my story since a couple of my characters are part of a graffiti crew.
I’ve tried writing that particular story these past two Nanowrimo’s in three different versions but for some reason it’s just not working. While at the same time I’m still convinced that there is a story to tell. That’s a really annoying feeling! It’s there, it just won’t let me write it. Writing is difficult, it sounds so easy, but the things you have in mind don’t always translate to that well to actual writing. At least that’s what I’ve experienced and I’ve been writing for a long time. So for now I’ve decided to let that story rest and focus on other things. And maybe one day I’ll pick it up again. I’m not sure.
Maybe one day … maybe this is just not the right time and forcing it doesn’t really seem to be the best idea.
Some secrets are worth sharing
Which is why I’m now focusing on my fanfic. I want to finish that story – in all honesty it’s long overdue and I should really finish it for all of those people who’ve stuck by me. It hasn’t been easy I’m very aware of that. It’s been a slow project and I apologize for that. When I started writing the story I had a pretty big chunk written already and I thought that I would be able to keep up writing and posting at the same time but I’m not because I keep adding things to my story. Details and new story lines and angles I want to explore. I never thought that this story would become this huge! It’s right now 210 523 words long! According to this page on the Nanowrimo forum that’s even longer than Moby Dick! WHAT!!! That’s crazy. Yes, this really needs to be finished. And I still have a couple of things in store for future chapters.
We are now almost half way through the month and it’s going well. As said I set my goal to 25 000 words and I am nowhere near that goal but that’s fine, I’ve been writing and that’s what’s important. I’ve finished the next chapter, chapter 53 – which I haven’t posted yet. And I’m working hard on chapter 54. At the end of this chapter I’m planning on making a jump ahead time. So I need to make sure that these two chapters line up and deal in a proper way with all the loose ends before I make the jump ahead. So I have basically been going back and forth between chapter 53 and 54. Writing and editing both at the same time.
Right now I’ve managed to write 7312 words this month. I need to step it up if I want to reach my goal before the end of the month.Camp Nanowrimo This is the first time I’m actually writing something down about Camp Nanowrimo. Last year I attempted to do…
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