Jul 302007
 

From the outside, it occurs to me (quite frequently, actually) that this writing caper doesn't look particularly difficult or taxing.

Just yesterday, for example, I sat down on a sunny spot on the couch to think through a knotty plot problem (namely, that this novel doesn't appear to have one).

I worked so hard at this that I slipped into a deep sleep, and woke an hour later. Oh yes, it's tricksy stuff, this coming up with stories. On the other hand, I did discover a facet or two of character motivation which might help with the ending at least.

Now all I have to do is get there.

Jul 272007
 

Is there a correct size for a scone? I ask because I had a scone this morning which was larger than my hand. Not just my palm, my entire hand. This strikes me as excessive. But perhaps it isn't, perhaps that's a normal size for a scone, perhaps they are a gargantuan breed of the dough world and I didn't recognise it simply because I've only ever eaten pygmy scones.1

I am decades behind on my wordcount. I would blame HP7 except it only took one day out and I'm behind by more than that. Stuff it, let's blame HP7 anyway. Give me time, I'm sure I can concoct a reason why my tardiness is directly related to the potterverse. Or something.

In related news, I discovered Maureen McHugh's novel process the other day and, after careful consideration, I think I am sliding down from This is going to take some work to This sucks. And it's boring. Oh dear. Send reinforcements, preferably of the junk food variety. I'm going in.

  1. For the record, it wasn't a very nice scone. I think I prefer the pygmy variety. You get a nicer distribution of jam/honey and cream to crumbly scone. And they're not as dry. []
 Posted by at 3:33 pm
Jul 182007
 

In a comment to my last post, Liz pointed out a couple of fantastic articles.

One is Scott Westerfeld and Justine Larbalestier, who are the writers in residence on Inside A Dog at the moment, talking about writing together, and cutting close enough to the bone:

It helps a ton to have another writer in the house. I don’t know how them solo writers do it. … Sometimes it’s like being a cheering section, sometimes it’s more about challenging the other when they’re being lazy, and sometimes it’s just pointing out little things, like the bit of celery that’s stuck between Justine’s teeth right now.

The other is a transcript of a fascinating interview with Sue Woolfe, author of a book I adored, Leaning Towards Infinity, on her new book and the process of the creative mind:

I don't think you can demand things of that part of the mind that really are to do with the real world, the actual world. You've got to let anything emerge and you've got to say okay, I do trust it, it will, in the end, be okay but I've got to let anything emerge. You can't go saying, oh I can't think that thought because that doesn't accord with my status in the world, or even what I believe in the world. You have to let the thoughts emerge of their own accord whatever they're like and that's why the shame, to come back to your earlier question. Because when you stop writing or thinking in this way and you walk away and you're in the actual world again and you're being the person you are, suddenly you think back to the wild things you were thinking and you feel oh, that's not the right way to think at all.

Jul 162007
 

New words yesterday: 2,621
New words today: 1,088

Not only am I officially caught up as of yesterday, but I managed not to fall behind today. It took over two hours but — Wiktory! Also, turns out some of the out-of-sequence stuff I've been writing might, just might, fit in the first two chapters. I'm putting it there anyway. For now.

However, apart from the dead woman being snarky inside her head, I am not being nearly nasty enough to the characters. No wonder the story didn't feel right. Note to self: change this. Get nastier!

In today's spectacular display of incompetence, I managed to set my alarm for the correct time (even for AM and not PM as I am sometimes wont to do when I really wouldn't mind a sleep in and I'm pretty sure, subconsciously, that the world won't stop if I do…) … and then fail to actually turn it on. Score one more for team me.

On a somewhat related note, in randomly raiding cleaning my hard drive today, I came across this post, which is two days shy of being a year old. That's 363 intervening days.

I didn't learn it on those days, either.

Yup — pretty much doomed.

Jul 142007
 

My writing process has gone to pot.

I suspect this is partly due to lifestyle — the dayjob leaves me weary and frazzled, so I fall behind in my quota, so on my day off I write a bucketload of words to catch up, so the next day off I'm frazzled and barely make quota, so the next day (back at the dayjob), I'm frazzled and I fall behind again. You can see how this isn't ideal. I may have to reinstitute the write first strategy. I've been avoiding that because, quite frankly, it's bloody freezing first thing in the morning. And because I am of the Sleep Is Paramount school of thought.

There is also the issue of the missing outline. I know the first turning point of the novel, but that's two and a bit chapters away. If I had an idea of what the novel was driving toward, I might actually not have to plot at the same time as I'm trying to write. That always slows me down and leaves me running behind. Bah Humbug, as a wiser man once said.

I have solved the no-plot issue, at least in the short-term, by reverting to the scattershot approach. Yes, this is where I write a novel out of sequence, without an outline.1 Some people say it can't be done, but I laugh at such a foolish and cowardly notion. Of course it can be done! It simply requires lunacy, OCD tendencies, and a reckless ability to ignore the mountain of reconstructive work you're creating for yourself with every word added to the manuscript. Easy! :?

I know exactly what I need to do to fix this, or at least ameliorate it: I need to outline the novel, so I'm not trying to plot and write at the same time. I need to work a bit of exercise into my schedule, so I have more energy and don't want to collapse into bed before the sun's even glanced at the horizon.

Now let's see how long it takes me to actually implement this fix ;)

  1. Ah, continuity issues, welcome back — how we've (not) missed you! []
Jul 082007
 
  • Catherine Tate is to play the Doctor's companion in series four.
  • Truly, tempura is the only way to eat your veggies. It even makes carrot taste delicious, instead of like chewing on pale wood.
  • Tempura is also quite oily. Quite. But! Delicious.
  • It is entirely possible to make a paperweight out of a contraceptive ring. The resultant contraption will be neither attractive nor tasteful, of course, and if you're a marketing person working for a company that manufactures these things, I'd strongly advise a different strategy. But, it is possible. And (oh the joys of working in medical administration) yes, it has been done.1

    paperweight.jpg

    See?

  • I have over four week's worth of annual leave stored up, and really need to whittle that down some. So, holiday. Destination suggestions?
  • Writing 3,000 words in one day is a little too much for this monkeybrain to cope with and emerge unscathed. That'll teach me for letting the quota slide and having to catch up.
  1. What amuses me most about this paperweight is that the included ring? Has placebo written on it. Just to let you know, in case you were feeling cheap and thought you could raid the paperweight for your contraceptive needs, that it won't work. []
Jul 032007
 

Lo, the sequel has begun. Not fantastic progress — turns out the words, they are not willing — but it's a start. You know what this means? Oh yes, the public thrashing as I flail and grope for plot has also begun. You are all very, very lucky.

I tried to outline in advance, and I guess to some extent I succeeded, but my outlining in advance has never run to anything as handy as, you know, plot points. Oh no, that would be too easy. My outlines are full of character and world scribbles: Amalia runs on spite as much as anything, Matilde is finally quit with the self-pity.1 Sure, it gives me character motivation, which always helps with reactions, but I'm still driving blind here as to what, precisely, they're reacting to. C'est la vie.

In other news, the big ship is no longer on the beach. Three attempts, and various snapped cables later, apparently it's back to fulfilling its purpose in life. Or at least, it's stopped sitting on rocks and is back to floating again. It's a start.

  1. I hope. I'll smack her if she's not []