*edit* The deadline just passed....* takes a deep breath and crosses her fingers*
*edit* OMG I MADE IT I MADE IT I MADE IT I MADE IT IN!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Red Notebook
My current Red Notebook is blue. It sounds strange, yes, but there’s reason to this madness, I swear. My last Red Notebook really was red, and since I wasn’t very creative in seventh grade, it was simply my Red Notebook. When I filled that one, the clean, blue notebook was foreign to me, and I couldn’t bring myself to entrust my developing plots and characters to this alien. I temporarily dubbed it a Red Notebook to give it a sense of familiarity, and the name just stuck.
My Red Notebook is a training ground. When I get an idea for a character, I’ll try him out several different ways. If you flip through my Red Notebooks, you’d see one character, like Briel, in several different forms: a stubborn teenage scout, a reluctant soldier, a wild and desperate deserter, or even a sly, wicked man who will give his services to the highest bidder. Each time I change him, the plot changes, giving me a wider selection for me to choose from. His enemy—rebel hero The Badger—usually adjusts with him. And each time I adjust him, I get an idea of an entirely new Badger, and will try him out many different ways like I did with Briel. It’s like an atomic bomb; you split one uranium atom, and the pieces split other atoms around it, all the way down the chain reaction until you have this huge explosion.
Or, instead of changing characters and using the same plot, It’ll be the other way around. Rogue, thief and king of the outlaws in his own renegade kingdom, is one of these characters. He’s seen in plots of revenge, romance, chaos, and mystery. But you can’t easily adjust the plot without adjusting the characters; changing the plot will often change characters, and another atomic bomb explodes.
That notebook has been dragged through the few writing workshops I’ve been to, and every exercise and tip they drop has been greedily gobbled up by my Red Notebook. And everything I’ve learned, directly or indirectly, has been applied to every character or plot study written on the pages. For instance, you’ll find in the margin of a study, “Your character has a sense of smell; why won’t use it?” or “What, can’t think of anything original? Don’t even try to use a mirror to describe a character!” and, in one corner, it actually says, “Since when does the Badger laugh?! Can’t you get one thing straight about this guy?” My editing isn’t very validating. I’m trying to make my writing better, not raise my self esteem. It’s my idea of encouragement.
My Red Notebook tends to be the strangest thing a lot of people have seen. My friend stole it one day (since I wouldn’t willingly let her see it) and flipped through it with raised eyebrows. I’d have a study of Devern’s death scene on one page and then, on the next, the blithe Renegade Court trying not to laugh as they mocked the king and his nobles. And, in the corners and margins, I’ll not only have additions and revisions to the study, but random quotes, vocabulary words with their definitions, jokes, and thoughts that have absolutely nothing to do with the study that lies on the same page. Almost no one can make any sense of it except me. The fact my scrawl tends to look more like Arabic than English doesn’t help, either.
But my Red Notebook isn’t only a training ground; it’s an escape. I write in it to relax and distract myself. When I was tense or stressed, I asked my friends what they did to unwind. They said things like listening to music, taking a bath, sleeping, reading, or watching TV. One friend said she liked to play the piano, and she would start out with a loud and angry song, working down her repertoire until she ended with a lullaby. I tried it all—even the piano—but nothing worked as well as sitting down and disappearing into another world with my characters.
I love to write; it’s how I get through life. Nothing relaxes me more than creating my own journey, friends, and reality.
