So I've mentioned before that I enjoy writing. It is a fun way to get my imagination working. I also believe that the Lord gives me the creative ideas to put into stories. Sometimes I look back on what I have written and wonder how that could have come out of my mind.
I also have a tendency of starting a writing project and not finishing it. Unfortunately, I do it a lot. Long novels take a lot of time and energy to write! I did write a full length fantasy novel when I was fourteen, but that took a lot of patience and determination.
After I wrote Return to Tirinth, I had decided that that was a once in a lifetime kind of deal. That there was no way that I could do another one. Well, that concept worked for about a year until I came across a writing prompt on Pinterest. It was very interesting and sparked my imagination right off.
What if memories were money?
And my mind went "Whoa!" That was it. I couldn't stop thinking about that concept. I tried and tried to get it out of my head. I told myself that I didn't have the time to write another book, I am a senior in highschool, which means I will probably still be writing it in college, and I am working and doing all sorts of stuff. I could probably only work on it once a week. But it still didn't go away. I think it is a God thing. Unconsciously, I would daydream characters and plots and subplots and development and eventually created a world. So guess what I am doing now. Writing.
I wanted to let you know that I am four chapters in now, which is about 37 pages at the moment. I am writing in first person, which is totally unlike me. There is depth about these characters which I have never delved into before. I decided that I am going to post the first chapter and hopefully get some feedback. I want to let you know beforehand that I might not finish the story, but I will certainly try to keep up with it. I also want to warn you that this is a first rough draft. It is raw material.
So here is a link to Google docs for the first chapter of my new writing project (by the way, it doesn't have a title yet.)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qzLnJPS64SpPh-iJJIsvq_8oQ3HrIPVvrdYJFa1crP8/edit?usp=sharing
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
After the Curtain Opens
I don't know why exactly I started this blog in the first place. It was kind of just placed on my heart that I should start one, although I didn't think my life was that interesting. To be honest, this blog has turned into a place where I can reveal what the Lord has been teaching me. It has been a testimony for me and (hopefully) for you.
I thoroughly enjoy writing. It is relaxing and releasing at the same time. Occasionally, I will get writing "longings." This might sound weird, but it is an urge to write. There is a little heaviness inside of me and I have this strong desire to write something.
I get the same 'longing" feeling for acting and singing. Thankfully, I get to do both during the school year. Choir just ended last week, and I am so happy that I got to be a part of a wonderful homeschool choir! It was a blast.
Choir is hard work. It may seem like just singing a fun tune on a stage, but underneath the surface there is a lot more work that goes into creating a show. I can't describe how many diverse jobs there are to build the performance. I probably don't even know all of them. But instead of worrying about all the other jobs that have to get done, I constantly remind myself to focus on my tiny part, and do that job as best as I can.
I am a performer. (You've probably guessed that by now.) I enjoy putting on entertainment for a crowd. There is deep sense of satisfaction in making people enjoy their time and creating an environment where they can be fully immersed. I love the lights, the costumes, and the rush of adrenaline before the curtain opens. I enjoy it because I can forget the audience is there and be wrapped in bringing to life something that is beautiful and inspiring. I love singing the gorgeous melodies that make the audience sigh with contentment. I have fun being crazy to invoke an honest laugh that cannot be contained. When I am up on stage, there is no doubt in my mind that that is where I am supposed to be.
Nevertheless, I get nervous! So nervous! Before the adrenaline kicks in, there are the nerves, crawling at me, taunting me, laughing at my pitiful attempts to be a star. Before the curtain open, my confidence is closed and contained behind the gnawing doubt that I might fail. My body shakes, ready to just start the show already. My fists clench tight so that no one else can see them trembling. For weeks and weeks ahead I prayed that I would forget myself and just enjoy what God made me to do. However, the last few minutes of taunting solitude are the most depressing time of the whole semester of practicing for that moment.
Without thinking, I am thrown into the moment of trying to remember every tiny choreographed detail that I have been trying to cram into my brain. Where to stand, when to step, how high to sing, when to take a breath. But it works. The performance I have dreamed of just flows out of me.
I always say that after the first song or scene, I am perfectly fine. The nerves run away after that. It was true for the concert. I just enjoyed myself. I was in raptures! I was doing the thing that I love, that I had memorized each detail, that I had put so much work and time into, I was singing. The crowd always seems to melt away, they disperse until all I can think about it how much fun it is. The Lord was my crowd, and He didn't care one bit that I slipped up a few times.
Fulfilling a part of your purpose before the One who created you to do it is so rewarding. For those who were at the concert, my face was probably full of joy because that was what was in my heart. He removed my failings from the mix, and I could just be me. And it fit perfectly.
For those who would like to see a video of my solo please tell. I would be glad to show you.
I thoroughly enjoy writing. It is relaxing and releasing at the same time. Occasionally, I will get writing "longings." This might sound weird, but it is an urge to write. There is a little heaviness inside of me and I have this strong desire to write something.
I get the same 'longing" feeling for acting and singing. Thankfully, I get to do both during the school year. Choir just ended last week, and I am so happy that I got to be a part of a wonderful homeschool choir! It was a blast.
Choir is hard work. It may seem like just singing a fun tune on a stage, but underneath the surface there is a lot more work that goes into creating a show. I can't describe how many diverse jobs there are to build the performance. I probably don't even know all of them. But instead of worrying about all the other jobs that have to get done, I constantly remind myself to focus on my tiny part, and do that job as best as I can.
I am a performer. (You've probably guessed that by now.) I enjoy putting on entertainment for a crowd. There is deep sense of satisfaction in making people enjoy their time and creating an environment where they can be fully immersed. I love the lights, the costumes, and the rush of adrenaline before the curtain opens. I enjoy it because I can forget the audience is there and be wrapped in bringing to life something that is beautiful and inspiring. I love singing the gorgeous melodies that make the audience sigh with contentment. I have fun being crazy to invoke an honest laugh that cannot be contained. When I am up on stage, there is no doubt in my mind that that is where I am supposed to be.
Nevertheless, I get nervous! So nervous! Before the adrenaline kicks in, there are the nerves, crawling at me, taunting me, laughing at my pitiful attempts to be a star. Before the curtain open, my confidence is closed and contained behind the gnawing doubt that I might fail. My body shakes, ready to just start the show already. My fists clench tight so that no one else can see them trembling. For weeks and weeks ahead I prayed that I would forget myself and just enjoy what God made me to do. However, the last few minutes of taunting solitude are the most depressing time of the whole semester of practicing for that moment.
The lights are on. The curtains open. The music starts.
Without thinking, I am thrown into the moment of trying to remember every tiny choreographed detail that I have been trying to cram into my brain. Where to stand, when to step, how high to sing, when to take a breath. But it works. The performance I have dreamed of just flows out of me.
I always say that after the first song or scene, I am perfectly fine. The nerves run away after that. It was true for the concert. I just enjoyed myself. I was in raptures! I was doing the thing that I love, that I had memorized each detail, that I had put so much work and time into, I was singing. The crowd always seems to melt away, they disperse until all I can think about it how much fun it is. The Lord was my crowd, and He didn't care one bit that I slipped up a few times.
Beautiful. That is the best word I can use to describe it.
Fulfilling a part of your purpose before the One who created you to do it is so rewarding. For those who were at the concert, my face was probably full of joy because that was what was in my heart. He removed my failings from the mix, and I could just be me. And it fit perfectly.
For those who would like to see a video of my solo please tell. I would be glad to show you.
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