Allison Melek
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The why.

                        “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
                                                                                                                                                Maya Angelou

The self-indulgent bit / scrambling for something interesting

Something about me.
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Well, first of all welcome to whatever this is turning out to be.
If you keep your expectations at a bare minimum, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. (Unless you are a stickler for grammar)
I write quite a lot and edit very little. I write in English, with little sense of grammar and punctuation (and giving Grammarly a run for its money). I use not being a native speaker as an excuse for not being able to edit myself, but let's be honest. I care more about vocabulary than sentence structure. I delight in finding out about the origins of expressions , could read all day about the linguistic journey from biscuit to masochism (thank you Mark Forsyth - it makes perfect sense), yet can't even fake any interest in grammar exceptions and oddities. (I am quite intrigued by the Oxford Comma though) 
So I can spend hours looking for the perfect expression but forget to double check if I messed up side and site again.

One more thing to be frank about is that I will probably not be particularly great about the social media part. Not because I don't like it, in fact I love reading social media. Snippets of life, witty jokes, snort out loud memes and snapshots of the world are fantastic inspiration. I spend a great deal of my day scrolling and chuckling through posts and click baits.
I'm just not very good at sharing on social media. Frankly, because I am simply not that interesting. So here we are and I know that a social media presence is maybe not all, but wouldn't hurt.
That I should be visible and personal, funny and wise, engaging and gripping. But most of all interesting. That's simply not me.
I don't share pictures of myself online and I am more childish than enlightened. I do however find myself to be quite hilarious - however I do suspect that is also a tell-tale sign that I'm not. I prefer talking to texting and there is nothing spellbinding happening in my life. If that changes I promise I'll let you know though. 
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Until then I'll just share what I find interesting. Things that inspire, writing prompts, chuckles and snippets of my own work. The good thing here is that my characters are far more social media suitable than I am.
So here we are, and for now I will just scream into the void of rapidly descending tweets, drown in a sea of hashtags and wait for the day that someone follows me for genuinely liking my writing. If you made it this far, give me a shout! I'd be delighted to hear it.

Writing process

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I guess you could describe it as organized chaos. 
My novels get nicely outlined, planned through, checked for dates and matching timelines, only then to be written like individual puzzle pieces, with snippets and paragraphs here - a chapter there - and suddenly a new beginning. 
Most of my writing is done while staring at the wall. I "cast" my main characters first, trying to avoid actors from my favorite shows, as once I know what my character sounds and looks like, I need to avoid any exposure to the artist. We speak a lot, discuss scenes and life, their dreams and motivations, while playing scenes through over and over again.
You know those days when you were short of a witty retort and hours later the perfect phrasing comes to you? That's what I do with every scene. Set it up, play it out. Redo. And again. And again. Until I can see it. It's smooth, the words sound real, my characters confirm, yes, this is how it happened.

Unfortunately, when I have soldiered through 90% of a project, I hear whispers of a new one. I get really excited and drift away. Sabotaged by the voices in my head, the characters snickering, they got me again.

There are too many untold stories in my head and I am far from having found all the words.
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