Category: writing

Nanowrimo 2012

I didn’t think I could do it…

I know I have uttered those words before about Nano, especially the last couple of years as my life has become super full of things to consume time with. But this year I really had a bad feeling.

This was borne out as November trundled along and I had failed stories, lack of time to write and home/work duites that just mounted up. By Friday 30th November the last day I was 17.2K words down from the target of 50K. I was right, it seemed, I couldn’t do it.

Then Leigh gave me an odd look and said that she was upset because we would no longer have the same Nano stats…

I had only had 4 hrs sleep, I had a busy day, but by the time 11:40 had rolled around I couldn’t get enough work done, or that damned comment out of my head. I also felt that I would be lacking if I didn’t give this the good old Keating insanity rush.

So I poured a lot of coffee into my system, thought about where the plot had to go and how to get there and started. I would make a charge and at least finish closer than 2/3rds…

‘I bwoke my bwain’, my fingers burned, but by 21:30 I had also done the near impossible in my mind, I had made it as the comeback kid. Nano 2012 was done and I was a winner…

Next year I have to do this differently 🙂

(I also have to finish this story…)

Journeys and Words

I have found myself writing on journeys again, this is an encouraging sign. I have left it too long in between writing and thinking about things. I am not even sure if I care who even reads what I write, it is the action of doing it that has become important to me, especially since I have found less time to write creatively of late.

The current writing I have been undertaking has all been non fiction, and less opinion pieces. More general news items for specific purposes.

So writing, even if it is just to my journal, feels liberating.

Writing process – ten minute test

Sometimes, in fact lets run happily into the archaic sense, oft times it is better to just write things than to stare blankly at a page.

There is nothing more hopeless than the writer blocked for something to say…well that’s a pile of poo, there are a lot of things more hopeless, and a lot of things more meaningless, but the colloquial construct seems to fit.

If you hadn’t guessed it this is one of those times, I am attempting the free writing that my Creative Writing Tutor said was good to exercise the writing muscles in the brain.

The issue is always with what to write, where to begin, what to say, what voice to use, how to catch the readers interest…

…the bomb exploded and tore his face clean from the skull leaving a bleached grinning nightmare spewing blood from torn sockets…

…I want a divorce said the young man to his lover as the tears started to flood from his eyes the betrayal still haunting his heart…

…’fuckers’ she screamed as the little league teams came out onto the pitch surprising her mother who had only just taught her the correct phrase was ‘motherfuckers’…

…the ending was in all our beginnings and we knew this as the walls closed in around the sunset crowding the horizon…

…’water games are fun, aren’t they Andy Pandy?’ Said Lucy as she squatted over his…

Of course the voice is to as important as one might assume, I like to think you can ease into that as you write your piece. but, I much prefer fluid writing, just spouting the prose and then returning to it once I have a start and a feel for a character. this isn’t the only method but it is the one that I feel most comfortable with.

Sometimes I have used base plan, a series of points to discuss or a route to take, and I always map out a scene or two in my head, maybe with dialogue, I often don’t know where the scene or words fit in the story but they give me something to build on. I guess I am fitting the voice and some of the narrative into position at that point but not much, and maybe not really as there is little structure, just a few random moments to give me a sense of tense or narrative.

Anyway, that’s my ten minutes…

Exunt, chased by a bear.