Friday, March 15, 2019

An Informal Post // To Inform You


Let's skip the introductions because we all know that it's Friday and we all know who I am and all that jazz. Unfortunately, I'm not very talented in the art of skipping introductions since my entire school year has been spent practicing essays for History or English and everything else.

I mean really. Who writes an essay for math? (This girl, right here. Snapper. *sigh*)

So, some of you might have noticed (if you're very intent and if you're a stalker) that I haven't been around social media. In fact, if you're even scarier than I thought, you looked up my name on the internet and followed those links to Twitter and/or Instagram to find out where I went and came up with an error page.

If you didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, then you're just proving my point. Thank you.

At this point you're all concerned for what I'm going to say.


I deleted my Twitter and Instagram accounts.



*insert silence, screaming, or wondering why this applies to you because you don't have social media here*



. . .

I've been on there for about a year, drumming up activity--or at least attempting to--with posts about me, myself and I and, well, not to much avail.

Here's my thought process.

> I'm not trying to make a reader base at the moment

The first reason I got social media was to create my reader platform for my books, since last year when I made my accounts I was planning on getting published pretty soon. As you can see based on these last few months of post and reckless abandon and adventure, I'm not currently pursuing the goal of "must publish NOW."

I'll wait, thanks. But because of that, my twitter account became a spiderweb of interlinked writers and/or people who I had to block for a variety of reasons. Needless to say, I didn't need all that in my life. Writers are cool, but when you're in high school, procrastination is not.

I didn't like Twitter anyway. Too many ads.

> It's not helping

Anything, really.... The only thing it helps me to do is procrastinate, and that includes distracting me from my bible studies. Not good.

I found myself disappointed by what I found on social media. Although I let myself scroll through it, trying to find more, it always leaves me empty. It's not like I felt before I went on for the day. I felt drained and depressed when I left social media.

I couldn't keep doing that. Draining myself, attempting to fill a cup with nothingness. Sorry not sorry but this is an eternal cup that only God can fill, not anyone, anything else -- even myself.

So I talked to my parents. They said something to this extent:


So I blew that thing and went home.

Now, all this to say that social media is NOT bad in its own right. It can be a great tool, connecting writers, getting you the occasional giveaway, and a place to connect with your friends. But at the same time, if left unchecked, social media can start to rule both thought processes and time processes.

Who knows. I may go back some day to Instagram. For now, I've kept Pinterest and Facebook, and of course my blog (couldn't see this thing go). But to the Insta and the Bluebird of the internet:


So that's that. If you wanted to connect with me on Instagram or Twitter, you're free to use the Communications Array on the sidebar. As for now, there are a few other things you should know before heading out:

1) For some insane reason I decided to participate in Camp NaNo? What's wrong with me?

2) The next post should be a project reveal of the current Secret Project. Unless it's a monthly wrap-up. We'll see later. ;)

3) IDK why they're all Han Solo gifs

Thursday, February 28, 2019

Adventure versus Advice // A Rebellious Ramble from a Writer

I find it ironic that I'm offering some advice about advice. 

As most of you know, I've been dealing with some pretty crippling writer's block. It shoved aside a WIP Ethereal, and it's drained a good bit of inspiration. For a while there, I was scraping the sides of the jar, licking the spoon, and using a microscope to find the cake crumbs.


So I do what all suffocating writers do. I visit Pinterest, scroll Instagram, complain on Twitter and hope my post goes viral. But I've found those things leave me 










I can't stand feeling so empty afterwards. It's this feeling like oh well I'll never be able to write like that, or yeah don't forget to include THIS and THAT and THESE ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT ELEMENTS OF A STORY and INCLUDE THIS OR YOUR STORY WONT BE GOOD. < no one can take all that into account on the first draft.

Mainly out of habit, you take one look at your story and go:


Well, true to the Snapper name I got fed up with it.  Exactly why is writer's block so much worse now than when I was a young writer who knew nothing about writing?

Because it's all in the adventure. 

I love adventures. Recently, my family went on a trip into the essential wilderness and I had more fun with that than I had in a while. Adventures have defined my first few stories, the ones where I was wild and free.

And come to think of it, life is an adventure. By definition, an adventure is a journey without knowing what's ahead. I don't know what's going to come tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that. I just can't know. 

All I know is summed up by Loki: 


I wouldn't call it a burden, Mr. Frodo, but I know God has a plan for my life. If that's the case, why am I letting my glorious purpose be bogged down by all this advice and opinion? Think about it. 

There's a ton of advice out there. Endless articles and searches, and they all have mixed messages. On instagram, people show you the pretty books and their way of doing things. It's hard for me because I'm not a fan of reading in general and I like to do what I want to do. If I try to live like the instagrammers, then I'm taking their map and layering it over my way of doing things.

Let me tell you they're not compatible.

On Pinterest, there are thousands of plot bunnies, each a little parasite waiting to take over your obsession. But there's advice too. Advice aplenty for the startup writer, the mediocre writer, the professional writer. Or just the people who want to make art. They give you a step by step instruction manual on life. 

Boring and draining. 

Another map. I don't want these maps. I want to find it out on my own. The thing about the internet is it so easily sucks the adventure out of what we're doing.


Remember writing when you had no idea what you were doing but because you didn't know about writer's block or the five elements that a villain must have or else, it was fun still. Now, we have everything at our fingertips, but if you ask me, we've stuffed those into our sleeves a bit too much.

This isn't a science. This isn't a piece by piece product. Writing is not mathematical. Writing is an art, yet people try to give you instructions and guidelines how to express yourself. 

At the moment, I'm running from advice like:


A theory I have is that one of the biggest causes of writer's block is me. And I don't mean oh it myself, herself, himself and themselves, I mean Danielle. It can be me. It can be the blog next door. It can be the article down the street. The site from the state next door. The thing is, they're all vying for your attention, all trying to offer you different pieces of inspiration when maybe... 

Maybe finding it on our own is more important. They offer so much advice that it stifles you when you have to describe it on your own. This is an adventure. Try loosening the reigns, turning off regulations and lists of things you MUST include. 

Do it your way. 

I've been having fun with it, and maybe I'm rebelling against the internet, but like I said, this is my book, and I'm going to write it my way. Ways I've made writing my own lately, getting out of the rut, is simply by doing it the Danielle way.


I've been writing in a sketchbook. I've been using green pens. And I've been terribly sporadic in which notebook I've been using. I write the opposite way of the lines sometimes. I don't set a wordcount right now (mainly because I'm plotting). And I've been keeping my distance from Pinterest's countless pieces of advice. 

I guess what I'm saying it that we have to make this our own. Writing must become your own adventure, completely different from everyone else. You can't let someone else figure it out for you, because THIS IS YOU, not them. 

Are they telling you that the best way to get out of writer's block is to peruse Pinterest, to dump all your thoughts on paper, or to take a walk? Cool. That might work. But when all else fails try taking an adventure. Go out on a limb, do something new. 

No one defines your writing except you. I think you'll find it freeing.

All right. I said it. I do apologize if that came off as a ramble. But I've felt suppressed in my writing and there are too many standards out there. So I decided to make my own standards and that was the most freeing thing I could have done. 

*Disclaimer: I'm not trying to beat up social media either, I just think we can take it too seriously sometimes. Use these things as tools in your adventure, not as a detriment. 

**Disclaimer: I don't know who the blog next door is, so apologies to them whoever they are. I don't mean that you are the sole cause of writer's block; just an expression.

Also, it is not wrong to take writing advice and tips, but do try to figure a bit of it on your own. <<< advice on advice *headdesk* 

What are your thoughts on this? I'm curious to hear, so go right ahead and let me know! 

> This post is largely inspired by this song <