I'm the kind of person who will look at the clock, realize I have an hour of misery left in this miserable class, and then tell myself that I have three 20 minute increments left. Suddenly, an hour seems much less. That sounds super weird, but I'm kinda weird like that. :)
Where am I going with this weird time thing?
A couple of years ago, Katie Grace told me about this amazing site called WriteDeck. Its a site where you race other writers (or yourself) to a certain word count.
WriteDeck motivates me to write even when I don't want to because a.) I'm competitive and want to win and b.) it's a different format. Also, it's tricking my brain into making me write faster. Why, I don't know.
I usually race myself so I can get the full amount of words in. If I do 2 races to 500 words, I have a thousand words written! Breaking up the word sprint into smaller intervals helps keep my creative juices flowing faster. It's also how I've written some of a new WIP. (hint: it's contemporary and apocalyptic. #queenofmixingopppositegenres)
This is going to be a very real post, friends.
When I was 8 years old, I made my first movie. It was based off a book I wrote. As I grew older, I made many more short films with my sister. They weren't scripted and usually lacked a plot, actual special effects, and guys. It was my dream to be a movie director/editor/actress/literally every spot in the credits. (I'm not kidding. In my movies, the end credits were littered with my name.) Whenever someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was, "I'm not quite sure, but I want to do something in the film industry."
As I matured, I wanted to make better films. But, I didn't have the resources to make the movies I wanted to make. I wanted to make an awesome medieval movie with dragons...but I only had 2 actors (though sometimes 4), nothing to make a CGI dragon, and no medieval costumes. I kept coming up with stories, so I created movies with words.
Slowly, I became more devoted to writing than filmmaking. I took up graphic design, where I can make fantastical images. Though I didn't want to admit it...my dream of being a filmmaker faded. It isn't my dream anymore.
My dream now? To share God's love through quality books and graphic design.
I don't feel God calling me to go into the movie industry. I feel him calling me to be a storyteller with words and still images. Right now, I kinda feel like a little of me is dying, but it's good. I'm changing. God is directing me to where He wants me to go. And it's beautiful. I can't wait for the future.