old journals

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Nov 272005
 

Yesterday I hauled out my "travel packs" — great stacks of pamphlets and notes and photos collected on my travels. I was looking for some more photos to put up; some of the snaps from my trip to Scotland in August 2003 are up. Not all the photos, and they're mainly of rocks. Consider yourselves warned.

One of the things I discovered was my travel journal. This particular journal was for my first trip overseas, and first trip alone for that matter. (I'd done weekends away on my own, a couple of nights in the Blue Mountains, that sort of thing. But no extended travel in a different country.) This trip would start in Belgium (a friend from Chile was living there at the time), and take me through Paris, Germany, Poland, Hungary, Slovakia, the Czech Republic, Spain, Finland, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus, and Russia before I'd see home again. (I don't think I'm leaving any out there.)

So a snippet of who I was then, oh so long ago:

15/03: I have discovered one very important fact: I am a moron. I couldn't stop saying [at the airport] "I'm an idiot" aloud. And I am. Why didn't someone just hit me? When I said, "I'm going overseas — on my own", why didn't they just slap me on the forehead and say "Don't be silly, Deb"? But the plane's taken off now, and it's too late to turn back. So I'm on my own: 2 pairs of pants, 9 t-shirts, 7 pairs of undies, 4 pairs of socks, and a laundry kit.

You'll be glad to know I did just fine, despite my jitters.

 Posted by at 11:53 am
Nov 242005
 

Driving along a 70 km/hr stretch of road (which used to be 80 km/hr, and the signs may have changed but the traffic speed generally hasn't), and meeting… a peacock. In your lane, walking calmly toward the oncoming cars. Thankfully, it's a two lane stretch, so everybody dodged to the side. The car directly behind me swerved back into the peacock's lane as soon as he'd cleared the bird, turned on his hazards, and proceeded to shoo the boy with his magnificent tail off the road. Since the road in question cuts through a local park/reserve which features enclosures of pretties like kangaroos, koalas, wombats, peacocks, cockatoos, not hard guessing where he came from. What's rather more amazing is that he'd made it from the park and across to the third lane of traffic on a constantly-busy road without getting knocked for six.

New Links Memorised: Jodi Meadows talks about using all the muscles in writing

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link salad catch-up

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Nov 232005
 

So the trick with this exercising business, it turns out, is to keep going. I'm still longing for sleep and bed within an hour of finishing the training, but pushing through that is getting easier. Huh. Who knew? The new regime of half-decent food interspersed with truly decent food and proper exercise, however, is wreaking havoc on my skin as it struggles to cope with a new sugar-free equilibrium. I lapsed yesterday and ate cake (too much), and spent the rest of the day rather overheated from too much sugar. What the…?

This morning I also dropped my car off to have the shock absorbers replaced. (Yes, this is something I've known needed fixing since, oh, April…?) Both front and rear are worn down to non-existence. Which, when there are 12 speed-humps on your street, you really get to noticing. So next time you see me, expect me to be minus one valuable organ.

New Links Memorised:

  • Alinta quotes Nelson Mandela on fear
    Go. Read. 'Tis inspirational.
  • Oracne talks about detail and specificity in historical fiction:
    I think that very specificity might have been one of the reasons I was successful at establishing the background. In writing description, almost every commentator ever has lauded the virtues of specificity: not a flower, but a freshly unfurled red tulip as bright as candy.

  • Sherwood Smith responds:
    To which I'd add, the detail also encompasses the characters' reactions.

  • Tobias Buckell on shorthand vs specificity
  • And Bear gets to musing about voice, and style:

    Which is why, oddly enough, the flaws of a writer's style are as important to his success as the triumphs. Because limitations are part of that identifiable identity, too.

    And it's also why "good enough" isn't good enough for a professional artist, and the goal is excellence.

    It's not enough not to do anything wrong. You have to own your art.

 Posted by at 10:54 am
Nov 212005
 

So, 22 October wasn't that long ago. Was it? Oh. Well, turns out that's how long it took me to find and configure some sort of photo-gallery for my site. I finally settled on Qdig, because it's simple, quick and easy. And not overkill, which most gallery software options are for me, considering I'm not exactly camera-happy. From either end. I once spent months on end travelling Europe, and didn't finish a single roll of film in the time. (A 24 exposure roll.)

Anyway, all this is to say, the wedding photos are up. One of my very good friends tied the knot on 22 October and, seeing as how I don't get prettied up particularly often, of course the camera came out. (Don't worry, there's only 4 shots in the gallery. Told you I was photo-reluctant.) So, if you've ever wondered what I look like, take a gander. Or if you already know what I look like but haven't seen me in far too long, I guess ;)

 Posted by at 6:58 am
Nov 182005
 

Today's train ride home involved Genevieve, a child of 7 or so. Genevieve's mother was trying to pretend her child was adorably precocious, when it was painfully obvious to the standing-room-only carriage (including said mother) that her child was in fact a stroppy brat who could do with a little bit of authority in her life.

Book recommendations from today's class:

Max Perkins, Editor of Genius, by A. Scott Berg

Apparently, Max Perkins edited Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby, and was responsible for Gatsby's verbal tic of calling everybody "old boy"

The Forest for the Trees: An Editor's Guide to Writers, by Betsy Lerner

I'm finding, more and more (particularly as we drive towards fiction editing in class) that the advice handed out to editors is very similar to the advice handed out to writers. Makes sense, of course, since they're both focussed on producing good stories, although writing is more heavily focussed on the creating and editing more heavily on the smoothing. Typified by the fact that a lot of the books recommended are in fact aimed towards writers. It's all about the words.

For example, today's advice is the rule that in fiction, particularly, "1 + 1 = ½". In other words, say it once and have confidence in the power of the first lesson. Repetition leaches power from what you're trying to say. Not a new concept, by any means, but I do like the mathematical expression as a shorthand way of remembering it.

Another discussion of sorts revolved around the issue of dialect, when it works and when it's trickery and irritating. My general feel for dialect is that it's to be avoided unless there's a very good reason. It feels overdone to me: the voice of a character should come through in the word choice, and specifying a pronunciation through tricksy spellings (leaving aside the fact that I might pronounce "gawn", frex, very differently to how an american would pronounce it) feels like a director who doesn't trust the skill and/or intelligence of his actors. It's micro-management. And micro-management, to me, is synonomous with unnecessary intrusion.

Of course, Irvine Welsh and Anthony Burgess and other dialect-writing greats were trotted out as examples of when it works. And it does work, even though most people will say it's "hard going" for the first few pages or so, until the writing settles in to them and they begin to acquire the rhythms and patterns. Still, working or not, I think if you're going to put in something that might/will make your reader stumble 1) you'd better've earned their trust and 2) make sure there's a satisfying reward or payoff for all that work you're asking them to do. Otherwise it's going to feel gimmicky. And you'll lose their trust.

The last snippet from today's class involved adverbs. One of the girls in the class was rather incensed at the idea that all adverbs should be cut. What, all of them? But they give a story a closeness, a cosyness, an atmosphere! If you take them away you're turning writing into an attempt to be cinema, dialogue and action and then it's nothing more than a script, where's the tone, where's the voice? After assuring her that "cut all of them" didn't necessarily mean all, we edited a snippet of The Great Gatsby, which was full of adverbs ("argued skeptically", "assured us positively", "nodded in confirmation", "leaned together confidentially"). The result? She agreed to cut all of them (bar the "argued skeptically") as they were tautological. The "argued skeptically" she wanted to keep, as replacing it with "said" removed some of the sense of competition inherent in the text at that point. But she was perfectly happy to replace it with an action that suggested skepticism and argument in its place. Honestly, it made me chuckle. (Which is probably why the tutor observed the subject line aloud ;) )

New Links memorised: an interview with Michael Cunningham (link courtesy of Margo)

Six months later, I can't tell what I wrote on a good or bad day. What seems to be true is the juices are always there. We lose our connection to them.

 Posted by at 7:51 pm
Nov 152005
 

Yesterday I started my new exercise regime. In light of the fact that when left to my own devices I will invariably run out of stamina, not push myself hard enough, not know what I'm doing, or just generally find "better" things to do with my time, I have enrolled in some private classes. One hour, three times a week. Today, I am a little achy (but not stiff or sore, except for my pre-buggered knee, thanks to the trainer taking pity on me — having pale skin that flushes to bright red at the drop of a pin can [very occassionally] be a good thing, it seems…)

Of course, I rather thought exercise enervated you. Isn't that what I hear? I'm sure I've been told that. Which is why I scheduled my class for the ridiculously early session of 7am (that, and the 8am session was full). Instead of feeling energised, I spent yesterday rather dopey with weariness. Turns out endorphins are sleepymakers.

ETA: Justine very diplomatically pointed out that here I am, proclaiming myself a writer, and using "enervate" when I really mean "energise". A'course, just proves my point, doesn't it? Exercise is a sapping and draining activity. It even steals words!

 Posted by at 9:24 am

perspective

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Nov 122005
 

Spent today (or this afternoon) with a five-year-old, which is a fabulous way to rattle settled perspectives. At one point, 5yo was displaying her "pocket pollies" (do other people know about these dolls? New to me. Anyway, she had the Disney princesses, and a veritable horde of dresses). I can't quite remember how it came about, but I do remember remarking "Jasmine's easy to tell apart from the others." Me, I'm thinking wearing pants and crop top instead of a dress, and the dark skin. 5yo agreed with me, but for her own reasons: "She's the one with the fat head." Have to admit, she was right. Pocket Polly Jasmine has a much larger head than Pocket Polly Ariel/Belle/Cinderella.

Yesterday's editing class brought a guest speaker: children's publisher Mark McLeod, from Hodder Headline Australia. He was a very entertaining and engaging speaker, and had a lot of thoughtful things to say. Mostly there was talk about perspective, and how books for very young children had to be excellently layered: parents are the ones who read the books to their children, and no matter how much the child loves the book, there had better be something in it for the parents to enjoy, otherwise the renditions quickly become tiresome.

The issue of for-children/for-adults also took up a lot of time: it's parents purchasing the books and, very often, choosing the books their children will read. Which brought up the issue of adults reading their own reality into a storyline. Mark gave an example of reading Hansel & Gretel aloud to his own child, at a time when fairytales were coming under public scrutiny for frightening elements. The child said yes, it was a frightening story; Mark then asked, "What was frightening? Being put in the oven?" Because of course, as adults, we know that people have been put in ovens in the history of the world, and surely that's terrifying. But the child's response? "No, not the oven. Being taken into the forest and left all alone."

There was more, but I didn't take enough notes to remember them right now. After Mark had left, our teacher recommended a handful of texts which are useful when editing fiction.

That last book is apparently "a little difficult to make your way around", but nonetheless interesting, because it features snippets of first drafts and communications between author/editor.

 Posted by at 10:20 pm

link salad

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Nov 102005
 
  • Via Mary Tsao, Kurt Vonnegut's 8 rules on writing fiction, including:
    • 5. Start as close to the end as possible
    • 7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia
  • Sarah Monette on short stories vs novels: the myths and preconceptions and truth
  • Sandra McDonald quotes Philip Pullman on writer's block
  • Scott Adams, of Dilbert fame, also muses on writer's block:
    Unfortunately I’m too literal to answer the writer’s block question in some useful way. I can’t get past the common sense that I always have writer’s block up until the moment I have an idea. It’s sort of a binary situation.

I'd write more, but this afternoon I'm driving down to Sydney for a one-hour visit to a printery (you know, where they turn paper into actual books!), just so I can drive home again. And then get up at stupid o'clock tomorrow morning to catch the train straight back down there. I am a foolish, foolish person, yes.

No creepy crawlies killed today.

 Posted by at 12:57 pm
Nov 092005
 

This morning I killed a funnel web spider. Amazon that I am, I even did this barefoot (which is the stupidest known way to approach an aggressive spider that knows it's higher on the food chain than a human). A sharp reminder that summer is nigh, and I really can't afford to step outside the house without shoes, even if that "outside" is a deck a good 40 feet high. (Come on, spider, don't you know you're a ground dweller?!)

To be fair, it might not have been a funnel web. Identification now is impossible, because I used my brother's shoe to rather splattering effect. But it was bigger than a house spider, and blacker, and there's no other spider I know which will rear up to attack an exploratory poke with a broom. So I took no chances. I hate funnel webs. The ninjas are definitely after me.

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