I was making progress on my story this month until a health issue cropped up. Now I’m broken. Until I get this resolved, I fear I won’t be very productive. I have pain and brain fog. Thinking is difficult.

I’ve noticed an interesting phenomenon, which I was aware of before, but had never really thought about. There is a sense of tunnel vision that enveloped me. I feel like the world has narrowed into a small space of suffering with the outside world dimmed away.

I hope to be through this soon so I can get back to work. The last word I added the story before this happened was “soap.”

The times being what they are with darkness descending, I’m struggling. My reading has moved towards cozy and light, or to rereads of things I found comforting. However, my writing has moved deeper into dystopia as I have to keep making things worse for my main character just to keep up with how bad things are in the real world.

An old adage says something to the effect: “Act One: Get the character up a tree. Act Two: Throw rocks at the character. Act Three: Get the character down.

I’m editing the first half of the story to add and improve foreshadowing and ensure the foreshadows are connected to what happens later. But more importantly, I’m make the rocks bigger and throwing them harder. My original description of the story world began to feel benign because if how dark the real world has become.

I believe I’m making the story better.

Current events have taken a toll on me, but also given me ideas for how to make the dystopian society in my current project more dystopian. I didn’t want that, but I will take advantage of it.

I’ve been weeding through my collection of notes and making edits. The story is better for it, but I admit writing dark scenes when I already feel darkness surrounding me, makes the darkness worse.

I’m at the halfway point where the direction of the story changes and the protagonist goes from passive to active. I’m hoping that brings light. I need more light.

Meanwhile, for the fun of it, I made a camera orbit animation (the camera rotates around the subject) of Hope and the dragon she calls Baby. (This is not AI. It is a 3D computer generated image known as CGI. I’ve been playing with CGI for 30 years.) The animation needs improvement, but I have other work to do.

I’m feeling better after spending time doing the self-care I needed after the fall of America’s civilization. I wrote a 100-word Christmas story and learned a new CGI tool to make an image of the main character and her dragon in my current project.

The Christmas story gave me a new theme. I am enthusiastically adding it to the story.  Also, the image helped me better visualize my characters and setting. While I paused, ideas kept pouring out. I collected them. Now I’m deciding what to use and how to use them.

I’m back to writing, and I think the story is getting better and better.

It’s Appreciate a Dragon Day!

From my current writing project, Hope and the dragon she calls Baby.

With the events happening in the nation, and the fact that writing is hard, I have taken a pause to recharge. My mind minions are still flooding me with ideas, and those notes are piling up, but for a break, I’m making images of my main characters. This has been relaxing and is sharpening my mental image of the characters. I will return to the story soon. Those ideas my mind minions have shared with me are desperate to be included in the story.

As the name implies, the Midpoint marks the halfway point of the story and is its most significant beat. This is when the protagonist moves from being reactive to being proactive and thus is the moment that decides the ultimate fate of the story.

In my current project, Hope encounters a moment of truth at the midpoint when she has to stop passively caring for the dragon and begin being more bold with his nurturing, has to stop simply surviving and begin actively improving her life, has to stop living day-by-day and begin living for the future. This is a significant emotional moment for Hope that changes her as a person and sets her on the path to her, and the dragons, future.

Moreover, as a part of my continuous learning efforts, I learned about research into how brain changes induced by adversity can lead a person to prioritizing immediate relief over planning for a future they don’t think will be any different than the present. I realized this is why things happen that cause Hope to say, “I should have planned for this.” These events would obviously happen, but she had ignored them. Her dislike, and even fear, of change is tied to this behavior as well. The midpoint of the story is a challenge to Hope’s tendency to only think about surviving the present and not to prepare for the future. The midpoint sends Hope and the story down a new path.

Years ago, circumstances and opportunities led me to begin writing fiction. Then, I learned my technical writing skills did not transfer to writing fiction. Thus began my journey to build my fiction writing skills.

I read every book I could borrow or acquire and followed a multitude of websites and podcasts about writing fiction. I practiced by writing hundreds of thousands of words. Even as I learned and improved, I was not achieving what I felt I needed to achieve.

Gradually, my understanding and implementation of story structure improved, which boosted my confidence. The magic came when character change arcs clicked for me. That was a life changing moment. Everything I’ve written since has been driven by character change arcs.

There are several types of archetypal character arcs each of which mirrors the experiences of the various stages of a human life. The most famous archetype is the Hero’s Journey Arc. I discovered most of my stories follow the Maiden Arc, which are coming-of-age stories that touch my heart and soul.

My stories aren’t made of words and sentences. They’re made of heart and soul.

An addictive aspect of writing are moments of intense satisfaction. The right words in the right place. Perfect words that bring perfect emotions. The dopamine rush caused by these moments triggers reward-seeking behavior. I’m addicted and want to do it again.

Writing the following at the end of a scene when the baby dragon had been chasing his tail, caught it, bit it, and then needed Hope to comfort him triggered the dopamine.

Hope hugged the baby dragon. She had spent so much of her life merely surviving, she hadn’t actually lived. Now, she felt like she was living.