A group of travelers settle in after a long journey toward King’s Landing a grassy forest. The travelers are being sent as a gift for King Joffrey as a way of appeasement and entertainment for the young king. As they settle in the youngest of the travelers, Sir Adam Blunt of Delaware County, asked his fellow travelers, Maria Popova of Bulgaria, Anne Lamott of San Francisco and Ray Bradbury of Waukegan Illinois. As the camp fire begins to illuminate and bounce off the trees of the forest the youngest lad begins to ponder about their journey. Queen Cersei has summoned them to the court being the great story tellers in all of Westeros and as an appeasement for her son King Joffrey. The young man wondered, “This cannot be I’m not the same caliber of writer as my fellow wordsmiths” So the young man decided to start up the conversation with his writing companions. Feeling nervous about his trip he asks…
Sir Adam: If I may interrupt this joyous moment and ask, this question is for all of you, what are your writing processes? I always have such wonderful ideas in my head but can never put them into action. There’s so many stories out there. It’s hard to know where to even begin. How did you create your own and do you have any words of wisdom that I can take into my repertoire? Sir Bradbury: The problem for any writer in any field is being circumscribed by what has gone before or what is being printed that very day in books and magazines Madam Lamott: Almost all good writing begins with begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere. Start by getting something—anything—down on paper. Sir Adam: Great. Thanks. But how do you guys ever find time to write. You’re the most famous of writers in all of Westeros. Madam Popova: A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper. Sir Bradbury: My passions drive me to the typewriter every day of my life, and they have driven me there since I was twelve. So I never have to worry about schedules. Some new thing is always exploding in me, and it schedules me, I don’t schedule it. It says: Get to the typewriter right now and finish this. Madam Lamont: Very few writers really know what they are doing until they’ve done it. What I’ve learned to do when I sit down to work on a shitty first draft is to quiet the voices in my head. Quieting these voices is at least half the battle I fight daily. Sir Adam: That’s awesome. Do you guys work with other people or do you guys prefer to work alone and what’s your editing process? Sir Bradbury: I wrote at least a thousand words a day every day from the age of twelve on. Sir Adam: Jesus….. Sir Bradbury: I finally figured out that if you are going to step on a live mine, make it your own. Be blown up, as it were, be your own delights and despairs. Sir Adam: Well said….. Madam Lamont: Whenever I’m giving a lecture at a writing conference and happen to mention the benefits of finding someone to read your drafts, at least one older established writer comes up to me and says that he or she would never in a million years show his or her work to another person before it was done. It is not a good idea, and I must stop telling my students that it will help them. Then I go telling people to consider finding someone who would not mind reading their drafts and marking them up with useful suggestions. The person may not have an answer to what is missing or annoying about the piece, but is often about marking mistakes and feeling lost. Sir Adam: Thanks. You guys gave me a lot to think about. As the night went by the young writer was thinking about what his fellow companions have said. During the morning they woke up and head off towards King’s Landing. As they arrived they saw the monumental beauty of this enormous city. They went to the palace and was greeted by Cersei Lannister, Tyrion Lannister and King Joffrey Lannister. They began the entertainment as instructed and told their own stories for the king. The young Sir took the advice his fellow wordsmiths told him and told a tale about a galaxy far far away…A tale of droids, aliens, monsters, bounty hunters, space travel and a power known as the force…Sadly King Joffrey wasn’t amused and sent the writer’s to be beheaded. And that was the end of the writer’s long informative tale. Long Live Ned Stark True King of the North. Winter Is Coming
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Dallas Boneparte
9/17/2015 09:35:55 am
I liked your blog post, it had me laughing through most of it. It was different and out of the box.
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