I'm very interested in how people write in special. The closest storytelling shape I know often hinges on a state of mind I can't achieve when writing. It could be just lack of practice, bad habits acting up, and the absence of reassuring role models to observe working and improving their craft in the same way one can do with drawing, but I mostly flail hopelessly for a while and let writing slip out of my schedule. :'D
I like to build things. I've got a wide range of skills up my jack-of-all-trades sleeve—woodworking, coding, sewing (...)—the creation aspect being the common thread uniting them all. It's not like I master any of these, they're just the intersection of need and thoroughly enjoying to learn something new. Most of these have a straightforward objective, I use them to solve daily issues and the way I create is similar to how I create a category of illustrations: A set of requirements and possible ways to accomplish them.
When it comes to
illustrations the purpose alters the creation process.
- Works done in a
professional capacity are first and foremost a list of words. I'll pluck dusty entries from my visual library that match the briefing (if any!), researching and chasing connected imagery around the internet, then I'll set about at mixing derivations into something that works.
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Idle works aren't as methodical. Those are the artworks done when I get the time and want to explore some small idea or aspect of something. There will often be a list of potential things to include, but there's freedom to play as well. Studies also belong to this category. I just go where I feel like going. It's fun!
- Then there's
inspiration. I don't like very much to feel "inspired" to be honest. It's like getting possessed by an idea; an obsessive thought that springs up at me during downtime and when resting, and comes up when actively working on something else as well. It's there every time I let my guard down and look at the sides, annoying and making me restless. Sometimes I'll do spitpaints just to get rid of them.
Whatever the type of art I'm doing I tend to zone out like many of you, working in long stretches of hours compressed in "just more 5 minutes!", getting irritated at something mysterious until I realize I'm starving, listening to music to concentrate. I get grumpy at interruptions and I don't enjoy having people watch me work as well. It changes my posture to something stiffer leading to quicker hand pains. :<
The issue with
writing is that I don't zone out. I'm fully conscious and painfully aware of every second invested. Somehow my mind decided it takes as much time to read what I wrote as it takes to write it... when I already know I tend to be long-winded. It's a mortifying thought I have no counter-argument to combat yet. "People can just gloss over or stop reading if they don't like it" or "It's not long-winded if it's engaging!" aren't enough. Deep down I know I likely need only a bit more confidence and to get used to the act of writing. And in case you're wondering about the formatting of this post, yes, it's to help people skip to the important bits if they want. Halp, I can't turn it off!
In any case to write I like to read a bit of something I wrote previously or another work in a similar voice to get the correct tone. I don't work out ideas actively when writing, I just let them rattle in my skull during the day then write down the little promising insights so I don't forget them. I don't wait for the perfect phrasing to come into mind otherwise I'll be forever staring at a blank page; I just start writing without being sure where I'm going and edit it into oblivion. This leads to a sentence or scene branching out into too many possible simultaneous outcomes though and I haven't learned how to deal with it yet. I like tightly woven stories so I do some sort of loose timeline-style outline beforehand to get this into mine, then I treat it as a guiding lampposts thing, not rules for the story I must obey.
I'm a latecomer still figuring it all. I was a young adult when I realized writing fantasy stories wasn't a career path reserved to foreigners from distant lands only, and by that time I was already too busy grappling with life to give as much love and time to writing as I could to art.