A Sense of Accomplishment

Hello Lovelies,

It’s the beginning of yet another month, the year seems to be going by at an astounding speed. Sometimes things seem to be going by so quickly that it’s important to stop and appreciate the things that you’ve enjoyed, seen, heard and accomplished so far.

This month I again feel that sense of accomplishment that comes with achieving a goal. Yes, that’s right! I’ve kicked procrastination’s arse again and met another word-count goal. It was a pretty close call this month, but I was determined to get it done, so what if I left it to the last minute and only went about 20 words over my goal, I still achieved it! And that is something I am definitely proud of.

I was also able to figure out some of the finer details of the more important plot point in József and Anna’s story and I can now see the road we are travelling on and the sights to see, instead of just the destination.

Yes, I am definitely feeling a sense of accomplishment that I intend to hang on to for as long as possible. However, now that I have gotten this far with József and Anna’s story, the more I am beginning to realise that it’s going to take more words than I thought it would to tell their story properly.

When I first set out to write their story, I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a novel or perhaps even a novella, all I knew it that I needed to tell their story in order to understand the subsequent stories in the series. I set myself a goal of 80,000 words, which is the length of  a short novel. A goal that seemed so far away but still certainly still doable. I am now at around the 55,000 word mark and I’m not sure if I’m even half-way through their story. This is where the dilemma is, I want to do their story justice, but I don’t want a novel of some gargantuan length that only the most avid readers will consider touching. I want József and Anna’s story to the casual readers and enthusiastic readers alike and wouldn’t want to scare away a potential audience simply because of the length of the novel.

I’ve decided though, that’s a dilemma for another day. For now I will concentrate on simply getting the story out. I will stick to my monthly goals and see where the story takes me. The word-count of a first draft will be very different to that of a final draft and that’s when I will make my decision. For now I will simply revel in my sense of accomplishment and keep on writing!

Keep reading for a little sneak peek from the first draft of An Anguished Heart.

Enjoy,

KK

Our people may now enjoy the freedoms all Hungarians do now, but that didn’t mean that prejudice from certain individuals had completely ceased to exist. There were still many who believed that the people of the Jewish community were second-class citizens, who were no better than the slaves we may have once descended from. Despite the changes in laws, there were many who still believed that the Jewish people in Hungary were not entitled to the freedom and liberty that all citizens of Hungary enjoyed. Many would jump at the chance to openly bring question to the loyalties of the Jewish community and in many ways I think this is why so many young Jews had already enlisted in the army, even perhaps why Dani was drawn in as well, they did not wish to give others the opportunity to question their patriotism or loyalty towards Hungary. Of course I was a proud to be Hungarian and I am proud of my Jewish faith, but I am not about to fight a war that I believe is not ours. Hungary is part of this war because of Austria’s declaration of war, just like many other countries who have now joined this war and those who may become involved soon, it is due to governments and rulers honouring their allegiances and coming to the aide of their allies. It may have began as a war between Austria and Serbia, but each of these countries have many allies and so to, they also go to war, for the sake of honour, loyalty and allegiance.

 

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When Did That Happen?

Hello Lovelies,

This past couple of week’s I have been busy kicking procrastination’s arse again and also doing a little research and organisation of my scribbled notes. As part of trying to organise myself, I’ve started developing a timeline, plotting all the major events in the series I am working on, which includes my current WIP An Anguished Heart, AKA József and Anna’s story,  as well as at least three other novels in the series that tell Thomas and Rose’s story.

I seriously don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner (probably because I like to procrastinate), but now I am almost half-way through the first draft of An Anguished Heart, it is getting increasingly difficult to keep track of everything, especially when some of the major events in the series include both the first and second World Wars.

With a little shy of 40,000 words now, its’s also becoming time consuming to scroll back and check the dates of certain events and so on. This is why a timeline has become quite crucial in helping me to plan and write this series. I can’t keep going back through pages of text or multiple notebooks, looking for a date, an age and so on. So my aim is that every time I have to ask myself, “When did that happen?” instead of scrolling through pages of writing or trying to find the right notebook, I will be able to simply look at the timeline and check – hopefully.

On another not, every month when I have reached my word-count goal, I email and updated version of my WIP to my friend who is my nominated arse-kicker as proof that I met the month’s goal. I also send a copy to my parents, my father who is a self-professed ‘non-reader’, reads it each and every month and asks for more, he has even offered to help with the first round of proofreading when the time comes. My mother who does enjoy reading a book or two, (unlike her husband)  also reads the updated manuscript each month and when she messages me and tells me I made her cry and she had to put it down for a few moment to compose herself, I guess I must be doing something write. I was cry myself when I was writing the part she was emotional over, so I guess I was able to convey the emotions well enough in my writing for the reader to also experience those emotions. So, yay me!

The message from my mum about her tears brought to mind one of my favourite quotes from Robert Frost,

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”

 

So overall I think I’ve had quite a successful week as a writer, deciphering the scribbles in my notebooks and making my readers cry and still beg for more.

Yes, definitely a successful week!

Enjoy,

KK

 

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Child’s Play

Hello Lovelies,

In the past I’ve written about the workings of a vivid imagination, in particular my own vivid imagination and the way I am able to ‘edit’ my own dreams in that stage between sleep and awake (you can read about the inner workings of a vivid imagination here). This led me to the understanding that in some ways I have always been a writer, whether I have been physically writing or not (you can read You Know You’re a Writer When… by clicking here).

Recently I came across a quote in my Facebook newsfeed that got me thinking again about the ability that children have to creative and imagine,

“Being a writer is just a way for grown ups to keep their imaginary friends.” – Brian A. Klems

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Despite a child’s ability to create and imagine entire worlds, places, beings and even best friends, somewhere along the way from childhood to adulthood many (if not most) of us lose this creative ability.

As far as I can recall, I never really had an imaginary friend as a child, my cousin did and of course anytime she was in trouble it was the imaginary friend’s doing and not hers (although she still copped the punishment I’m guessing). I did however imagine and create worlds filled with people and creatures, so I guess in a way I had imaginary worlds, not friends. My backyard became a dark and scary wood, my friends cubby house was a castle and our baby brothers were the dragons trying to attack the princesses or whatever the theme was on that day. The characters we played in our role playing games had background stories and so did their imagined enemies, every element was thought out and every detail imagined. As I got older, I never really lost that ability to imagine and create worlds and characters, however trying to put these “imaginary friends” and worlds into words is somewhat more of a challenge. To attempt to convey the images and characters in your own mind to your audience is always a challenge. Creativity and a vivid imagination is the foundation of writing fiction perhaps, but becoming an accomplished writer who is able to convey the world of their vivid imagination and draw their audience into that same world is something that will take a considerable amount of practice, revision and editing I’m sure.

Whilst I haven’t had a lot of time to work on Lonely Hearts lately, the world and the characters I’ve been creating are never far from my mind. I imagine what the characters see, hear, feel and say in their 1930s world, I imagine how their experiences of The Great Depression and other experiences in their lives have shaped who they are and how they view the world around them, the world of 1930s Sydney, Australia.

The ability to imagine and create is something that should be cherished and encouraged from childhood, through adolescence and into adulthood. A world without imagination or creativity is not a world that I would wish to be a part of, nor would anyone else, I think. The day we stop creating and imagining is the day in which we cease to exist, every day I am thankful for my own creativity and imagination and for the imagination of the wonderful authors whose writing I enjoy to read. Writing and reading is not just a way to “keep their imaginary friends” it is a way to escape, to explore, to travel without even leaving the room you are in.

So I encourage you all to imagine, to create and to explore and if you feel so inclined, to write down these imaginings, even if only for yourself to look back upon one day.

When I first started teaching, we taught writing according to text types. So we taught children the specific structure of a narrative, a procedure, an exposition and so on. Recently though we are told that children learn to write best when they are allowed the freedom to “write what they know”. Whilst this is an often debated teaching strategy (which I’m not going to get into), by allowing children to “write what they know” we are encouraging them not only to write, but also often we are encouraging them to indulge in their own creative imaginings, whilst their writing may not be structurally perfect, the idea of getting them to simply convert their ideas into written words is definitely one of great value.

I guess what I am trying to say is, through encouraging children to “write what they know” we are also perhaps encouraging the continued development of imagination and creativity, perhaps also effectively lowering the risk of these abilities disappearing as they become adults.

Something to think about perhaps.

Enjoy,

KK

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Finding the Passion

Hello Lovelies,

I’ve been reading a lot of Joss Whedon quotes lately and whilst anything Joss Whedon is pretty amazing, in my opinion, there was one particular quote that really hit home with some things I’ve been trying to figure out in the development of the characters in Lonely Hearts and that is PASSION.

“Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.”
Joss Whedon

Passion isn’t something reserved for romance novels or little love stories, passion is something that drives us and our actions and something that drives our characters, as Joss said, “Without passion, we’d be truly dead.” Therefore by creating characters that are passionate, we strive to lift them off of the page and bring them to life.

When I talk about characters who have passion or who are passionate, I do not mean some loved up couple who can’t get enough of each other (if you know what I mean). This is not what I mean at all, you can love another with passion, this is true, but on the flip-side, you can also hate with passion.

Although the word “passion” is often perceived to be synonymous with love, passion is not (and should not) be used only to describe someone’s love for another. The Oxford dictionary defines passion as a, “Strong and barely controllable emotion,” this is the kind of passion that I think Joss is describing, the passion that gives us life, that drives us and the same passion that brings our characters life.

Something I am striving towards now is creating characters that possess a strong element of passion. I want to give strength to their feelings and emotions and portray this strength and passion to the readers. I want the readers to feel the strength of their “barely controllable” emotions. The passion in their love, their hatred and their grief. I want the passion to lift the characters off of the page and bring them to life, because without passion, the characters are reduced to mere words on a page, without life.

In my writing, I’ll be trying to focus on the passion of my characters, the strength of their love, hate and grief, the feelings they experience that make them just that little bit more real for my readers to enjoy.

Thanks Joss Whedon, for reminding us that passion is what gives us life and in turn, what breathes life into our characters.

Before I end this week’s post, here is another one of my favourite Joss Whedon quotes, this one makes me think that George R. R. Martin might be a Joss Whedon fan too,

“People love a happy ending. So every episode, I will explain once again that I don’t like people. And then Mal will shoot someone. Someone we like. And their puppy.”
Joss Whedon

Enjoy,

KK

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The Element of Surprise

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”
Robert Frost

Hello Lovelies,

Sorry I am a day late with this week’s post, but unfortunately it’s been a rollercoaster of a semester and an assessment task that was due had to take priority yesterday.

As you can see by the title of today’s post and by the quote at the top, I am going to talk about the importance of using the element of surprise when writing fiction.

I spoke a few weeks ago about realising a mistake I made in Thomas and Rose’s story (in case you missed it check it out by clicking here). I realised that I had given away too much of the story, too early on eliminated the suspense and surprise that the plot needed in order to develop at an engaging pace. Now sometimes, as the writer, you already know the little surprises coming up in the plot and when drafting you let them go a little too soon. This is when you have to rush back and edit, making sure you keep that element of surprise and suspense up your sleeve (like I am intending to do now I have submitted that nasty literature review!) Other times you are simply writing it as it comes to you and even though you are the writer, one of the plot twists even takes you by surprise.

So far through writing Thomas and Rose’s story I’ve laughed and cried, I’ve been shocked and surprised and sometimes I’ve been downright furious and angry, particularly with one of my more villainous characters. I’ve had moments when I would be writing away and suddenly I would realise where the story was heading. In that moment I feel the shock and surprise that I only hope my readers will feel too.

Without the element of surprise the plot runs the risk of becoming predictable and boring, definitely not something that will keep an audience. Be ruthless in your writing, be ruthless,shock and surprise your readers but try not to be predictable.

So now I’m off to do some rearranging of Thomas and Rose’s story, trying to keep the element of surprise, if I don’t get distracted by Game of Thrones, that is!

Wish me luck!

-KK

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Hold Back

Hello Lovelies,

I’ve been a little stuck with my writing this week, the writing has not been flowing at all like it was last month. Not only has life and other things gotten in the way of my writing, but also I had this feeling that something wasn’t quite right in the most recent parts of Thomas and Rose’s story. In the early hours of this morning I realised the mistake I had made: I didn’t hold back.

I let go of a major plot twist way too soon, completely removing the suspense I wanted to build. You see, I am pretty new at this novel writing thing, I usually write short stories or children’s books, but never with the intent to publish and I am simply learning as I go. I couldn’t figure out how Rose would react to such a revelation or how the audience would react as well, even though I have never really considered audience reaction to my writing until that point.

This is what I’ve figured out:

Even though we often hear the phrase, “Don’t hold back”, for the purpose of suspense and character and plot development, sometimes it helps to hold back a bit. If you give all the answers and insight too early on, it creates more of a recount rather than a well told story. Most writers have probably already figured this out, but like I said, I’m learning as I go.

When rereading the most recent parts I had written, in an attempt to get the writing flowing again, I began to think about some of my favourite authors and the feeling of not being able to wait to get to the next page and the page after that, almost speed reading in order to find out what happens next. I wondered exactly what it was that kept me turning page after page -it was suspense, knowing enough to know that something was going on but not enough to know exactly what it was. Even if a novel was not described in this way, all good stories have a certain level of suspense. Thankfully it didn’t take me long to figure it out.

When reading a well written story, it is almost like you are trying to solve a puzzle and piece by piece you are putting it together. The words on the pages are the pieces of the puzzle and the puzzle to be solved is in the development of the plot and the characters, eventually leading to solving that puzzle completely by the time you get to the end of the story (and not before).

Image Courtesy of Flickr CC Kevin Dooley
Image Courtesy of Flickr CC Kevin Dooley

Now when it comes to writing, you need to keep this in mind, you don’t want to give your audience all of the puzzle pieces, numbered and with a set of instructions of how to piece them together. To keep the interest of your audience you need to drop one piece of the puzzle at a time, always keeping a few in your pocket to drop along the way. You need to find a balance though, drop too many pieces and you will give too much away too quickly, leaving nothing for the ending, but drop too few and you risk the story becoming dull, boring or uneventful, losing your audience either way.

I’ve known the basic plot from the moment I began Thomas and Rose’s story, I’ve even known some of the plot twists (with others added as I write), however trying to figure out where each of these should be placed in the timeline of the novel is something I am figuring out as I go along.

I always have a basic plot outline, but I like to leave some things to be decided while I write.
J. K. Rowling

Now I am heading off to delete a significant chunk of writing (not completely though, I’ll save it for later on) and rewrite that section, holding back a little and saving a few pieces of the puzzle for later.

So, for the purpose of creating suspense HOLD BACK, at least a little.

Enjoy,

KK

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Baring All

Hello Lovelies,

What another amazing week of writing I’ve had. I’ve still been procrastinating from my Uni work of course and finding out I have a three day extension is not going to help the matter, but I’m so excited with the progress I have made with Lonely Hearts.I haven’t written anywhere near as much as I did at the beginning of the month, but the progress I’ve made has still left me feeling pretty awesome.

This week’s post is going to be a little bit of a self-reflection, I’m not looking to the past or pondering the what-ifs, but rather reflecting on the now and what the future has in store for me.

I’m up to a point in Lonely Heart’s where Rose has bared all (emotionally not physically, it’s not that type of story sorry!) She’s revealed the source of the darkness that plagues her, the darkness that haunts her dreams and fuels her anxiety. Rose has just been through such a traumatic experience, that brings the darkness of her past with such clarity, that she realising that the two horrible experiences are connected in some way.

Rose feels protected in Thomas’ presence and draws from his strength in order to tell of her experiences, together they shine the light into the darkness that haunts her. Baring herself in such a way, should have been an incredibly difficult thing to do, she was leaving herself open and vulnerable, reliving her painful past, but with Thomas by her side, even though it was still difficult and painful, it was also empowering as if it was in that moment that she began to free herself, to rid herself of the darkness.

Rose has come to realise however, that even though Thomas gives her the strength to face the darkness and bare her soul, it is not so easy for Thomas, his darkness is stronger and runs much deeper than her own. She hopes that with time, she can give Thomas the same strength he gives to her and together they can face his demons.

Writing about Rose baring all, got me thinking about a few things. Through writing, even in fiction, the writer bares their soul for all to see. This is one of the most frightening things about writing, when you share it with others you bare yourself to them, leaving yourself open and vulnerable. On the other hand, it is also one of the most exciting things about writing.

“Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.”
—Virginia Woolf

Through our words and our characters, we reveal pieces of ourselves for the world to see. Perhaps that is why I kept my writing hidden for so long, because I was scared. Now though, I look to the future to the moment when I am ready to unveil Thomas and Rose’s story, in all its entirety, to share their story and also to share a piece of myself. The thought of baring all still frightens me, but I now refuse to let the fear consume me. Just as Rose draws strength from Thomas allowing her to face her painful past and bare all, I too am able to draw strength from others. I draw strength from those around me, those who support and encourage me and I draw strength from joy I experience through the characters I create and the worlds I make.

“Books are a uniquely portable magic.”

– Stephen King

So, go forth my lovelies and no longer have fear. For the freedom that accompanies being true to oneself far outweighs the terror of baring all.

Enjoy,

KK

I had just bared my soul to Thomas, shown him the darkness of my past and something which I thought would be the most difficult thing to do. Yet in that moment, with Thomas by my side, it wasn’t as difficult as I had imagined. Together, we shone the light into the darkness, exposing the demons in an attempt to banish them once and for all. 

-Rose, Lonely Hearts

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Music for the Moment

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Hello Lovelies,

This week I have been researching and adding more detail to the scenes of Thomas and Rose’s first date, including the music they would listen and dance to. I wanted to consider every aspect f their evening and then decide what details needed to be included in order to set the scene for the audience.

At the end of dinner, a solo pianist begins to play a classical piece of music that Rose recognises as Liszt’s Liebesträume. The reason why Rose recognises this particular piece of music in because Liszt is one of József’s favourite composers and in case you weren’t aware Liszt was actually Hungarian. 

I get the feeling that Thomas planned for the pianist to play this particular piece for several reasons, firstly he had hoped that she would be familiar with it and secondly because the title of the piece, Liebesträume, means Love Dream or Dreams of Love and for both of them, this moment they share seems so much like a dream. Since the death of his parents, Thomas has longed and dreamed of finding someone to love and who would love him unconditionally in return and he believes that Rose might be the woman he is destined to fall in love with. As they sit enjoying the music, Thomas asks Rose to dance with him. Liebesträume is not really a piece to dance to, unless perhaps as a contemporary form of dance and Rose’s surprise and reluctance causes him to speak with the pianist, who then begins to play a piano arrangement of the song “Blue Moon” made popular the year before by MGM studios in the movie Manhattan Melodrama. 

Don’t tell my husband, but I think I am falling in love with Thomas myself! I feel the butterflies Rose does with each look, each touch, each smile. As they dance, he quietly sings the lyrics of “Blue Moon” to her and she has never felt closer to anyone before than she has in this intimate moment they share. I only hope that my writing is able to put my readers in Rose’s shoes, feeling each and every moment they share.

Here is an excerpt of that particular scene for you to enjoy remember it is a first draft and I still have a lot of work to do on it.

Enjoy,

KK

As we finished our final course, the sounds of classical music filled the room. I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but in the far side of the dining room, a black piano sat. As the man skilfully glided his fingers across the keys, I was drawn in by the beautiful music. I recognised the piece as Liebesträume by Liszt, as it was one of József’s favourite pieces that he listened to often.

“I love this piece, it’s József’s favourite.”

Thomas stood and reached for my hand, “Well then, Miss Greene, may I have this dance?”

I looked at him in surprise, “Dance to this?”

He cocked his head to the side, considering the question, “Hmmm, you’re right, I’m sure we can find something better to dance to.” With that he walked over to the pianist, tapped in on the shoulder and whispered something to him. The man smiled and nodded and Thomas walked back towards me with a boyish grin curving his lips, “Now, Miss Greene, may I have this dance?”

With that, the pianist began playing a modern piece that seemed very familiar but I could not place where I had heard the tune before. Accepting Thomas’ hand, we moved over to an open space that would serve as a dance floor, placing one hand in mine and the other at the small of my back, he began to lead me effortlessly around our makeshift dance floor. As the pianist moved from an long introduction to the somewhat familiar song, to the body of it, Thomas held me closer and began singing and I immediately recognised the song as “Blue Moon.” This man could sing, his voice was smooth and I got the distinct feeling he has asked the pianist to play this particular song for a reason, like the words had meaning for him. I began to wonder what his life was really like, were there people who cared for him, like József cared for me?

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Some People Just Don’t Get It

Hello Lovelies,

This week has been another amazing one! Unfortunately I’m about 1000 words shy of my word count goal for the month of January and I’m sure those who know my tendency to procrastinate will be surprised that I even got that far!  Even though I didn’t reach my word count goal for the month, I have made some great progress with Lonely Hearts during January. Last week I posted about my progress in the development of two new characters, that you can read about here if you missed it.

This week I’ve had three quite amazing things happen. Firstly, I have been having some difficulty in finding information on a particular location I wanted to use in Lonely Hearts. Unfortunately the particular building no longer exists and even though it was once a symbol of prestige, luxury and elegance in Sydney that was recognised worldwide, there is very little information available which describes its appearance. Despite this lack of available information, I was determined to use the building as a location as it was exactly the type of location I was needing for the particular scene. After searching far and wide (on the internet) I came across a non-fiction book on a library database that was completely devoted to the history of the building I was researching! Imagine my excitement that after months of searching and finding no more than a paragraph of information, to then come across a book with 136 pages completely devoted to the location! Then came a bit of a hurdle though, the library it was located in was located about an hour drive from me and was in the reference section, so I would not even be able to take it out on loan. So after copying down the publication details of the book, I actually found a copy for sale on ebay for less than what it would have cost me in fuel to drive to the library! The book should be arriving on Tuesday in the post, I cannot contain my excitement, even my husband was subjected to about 40 minutes of me excitedly telling him what I had found and precisely why it was so important that I get this book. I also get the feeling that he was actually listening while I excitedly told him how amazing it was, that after months of searching, I discovered something that I felt would help take the location in the novel off of the page and into the minds of my readers, helping them to picture the scene in exact detail.

Another amazing thing that has happened this week is the overwhelming support and amazing connections I am making through Twitter. I joined Twitter just over a week ago, after wanting to follow one of the independent authors I came across in my reading – Shelly Thacker whose work I posted about a couple of weeks ago. Since then I have been completely overwhelmed and amazed at the amount of followers I have (189 and counting!). Many of my followers are fellow writers and published authors who have even offered words of encouragement as I continue my journey to embrace the writer within and to write my first novel. Hopefully no one is out to pinch my ideas though! What I am beginning to discover is that when one enters the world of writing, they are also entering a new community. It is amazing at how quickly you begin to enter this community with the help of the internet. We really are living in a technological age, where the internet is helping us to connect with people all around the world in an instant! I’m even getting more views on this little blog of mine thanks to Twitter!

So you might be wondering how the title of this week’s post ties in with these amazing experiences I’ve had this past week. One reason it has taken me so long to embrace the writer within, is because people have never really understood my excitement when I talk about my creative pursuits. Of course my family and friends that have known about my creative streak have always supported me, but they don’t really get it. They don’t really understand the amazing feeling of creating another world, of creating characters that sometimes seem more real than the people around you or the feeling of excitement and wonder as you follow those characters on their journey and help to tell their story. My family and friends support me, encourage me and try to listen as I excitedly tell them about the amazing things that are happening, but they don’t really get it. I do not hold this against them, nor does this make me angry or upset, it’s just how it is – Some people just don’t get it, they don’t understand what it’s like to feel an inextricable pull inside of you telling you to write, to create, to explore a world of creativity, a world of literature and writing.

Long before I began this blog, I always felt the need to create, my mind was constantly exploring and creating with no one really to share it with. Even though the important people in my life have appreciated my creativity and have supported and encouraged me, they still don’t fully understand what it’s like to experience the need to create. I think this is why I feel so amazed at the support I have received through my blog, through social media and most recently through Twitter. People that I have never met, get it. They understand the need to create, they understand the inextricable pull telling you to write, create and explore and they let me know that I am not alone. There is a big difference between appreciating creativity and writing and experiencing and understanding the need to create and write. Those who enjoy devouring book after book do not necessarily understand the need and the excitement that comes from creating a world, creating characters and telling their story.

In saying that, I still very much appreciate the support from my family and friends and the support of my followers and subscribers. Without this support, I would still be daydreaming about characters and scenes, writing notes in my many notebooks without really doing anything about it. I’m finally taking myself seriously with a goal in sight, it will be a long time coming, but it’s all getting very exciting and I know I will get  there eventually.

Finally, welcome to my newest subscriber, my lovely Grandmother (who you might remember I’ve mentioned in a couple of previous posts here and here), who has successfully subscribed via email to this humble little blog of mine.

So with thanks and gratitude, I leave you with an excerpt from Lonely Hearts, again it’s just a first draft and in the words of Ernest Hemingway,

The first draft of anything is shit.

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Enjoy,

KK

“So, are you ready to be dazzled?” The sound of Thomas’ voice interrupted my thoughts… “Thomas, I think I’ve already been dazzled by your elaborate plans. The dress, the shoes, the jewellery, my own personal stylist for the afternoon…” I waved my hand gesturing at the excessive amount of ‘dazzle’ that he had already bestowed upon me. I always knew the evening would be more than just a lovely dinner, with Thomas simply being the man he was, but so far this evening had already gone way beyond my expectations. Even though the feeling was foreign I couldn’t help enjoying this feeling of being just a little bit spoilt, well ok… a lot spoilt. “Rosie, I hope you’re not thinking that it’s all too much, those are just things. I was the one that requested your company for the evening, I would really like for us to get to know each other a little better.” He tucked a loose strand of my honey blonde waves behind my ear as we sat facing each other in his fancy limousine. “I would like that too Thomas, I guess I’m just not used to such extravagance.” He leaned his head to the side, contemplating what I had said, “Hmmm, well I guess that may be so.” Then that lop-sided smiled curved his lips again, “I better warn you then, tonight Rosie, will be a night that will make dazzling extravagance look like brunch with great-aunt Bessie.”

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Audience Appreciation

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Hello Lovelies,

First of all, if you live in my part of the world I’d like to wish all the mothers, mothers-to-be and mother figures a wonderful and happy Mother’s Day. I’d like to say put your feet up and let your loved ones spoil you, but as a mother to three young children myself, I know that isn’t necessarily going to happen, just enjoy the day whatever you might be doing.

The topic for this week’s post came about when I was teaching a group of year 5 students about the importance of considering your intended audience when writing. During this lesson we were focusing on persuasive writing and the purpose of persuading your audience to share the same viewpoint as yourself, the writer. I told them to consider if their writing is intended for a group of their peers, for adults or for a wider audience and to consider the implications that may have to their writing style and the formation of their arguments. While the students were busily planning their writing, I thought back on what I had just said to them and realised that at this point in my writing journey I am not practicing what I preach.

You see, at this stage in my journey I still have the freedom of writing for my own pleasure. In those brief moments I get (as a working mother of three) to sit down and to do some writing, I am still writing for me. My characters tell me the story and I am the intended audience, although I am the one forming the words, sentences, paragraphs, pages and chapters, the story being told is still their own and I am their captivated audience.

I often share pieces of my writing on this blog and it seems that I am beginning to build an audience for my writing. Although I am extremely touched and humbled that others enjoy by writing, I still possess the freedom of writing for myself, without the restrictions of an intended audience. I know that when writing it is important to consider your audience and contemplate on what would intrigue and captivate your intended audience, but at this stage I am the intended audience and if other people want to join my audience of one, then that’s great too.

What I am writing here might sound selfish and as if I am saying that it’s all about me and I don’t care what others think. Of course I care; I love the warm fuzzy feeling I get when I receive an email notification from WordPress.com or The Writer Within, telling me that I have another follower or that someone liked by latest post. It is amazing that something that started for me, as a way of documenting my journey towards embracing the writer within, has appealed to an audience greater than one. The thought that people around the world are reading and enjoying something written by a woman who is just a wife, mother of three and a teacher from the suburbs is just simply, beyond amazing!

So even though I write for an audience of one, I thank and appreciate the wider audience and hope that you continue to enjoy my work and share it with your friends.

So as I go and get ready to share Mother’s Day with my own mother and grandmother, I sincerely thank you all for following on my journey as I embrace the writer within.

-KK

Just Your Mum

Cooking, cleaning, washing, feeding.

Hours of worry, sleepless nights.

Counselling, nursing, hugging, kissing.

Settling all those sibling fights.

 

Everything you need, I’ll find to you.

I love you more and more each day.

Your smile tells me you love me too.

I love you more than words can say.

 

I’m not a super hero like Wonder Woman,

Although that might be fun.

I’m someone who does it all because I’m not just any woman,

I’m just your mum.

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