All posts tagged: books

First Draft Done… Sort Of

So I’ve managed to do it! I’ve completed a first draft of a novel for the first time in my life. Whoohoo! Lets throw a party. Okay, let’s not throw a party just yet, the hard bit is just around the corner. Yes, I have 52,000 words of writing that sort of follows a plot line and gets my characters from where I wanted them at the start of the book to where I wanted them at the end of the book. Yes, all my characters have appeared in that 52,000 words. Yes, most of the major events have been included. NO. The last chapter has not been written. The character development has as much meat on it as an emancipated stick-man. Most of the characters barely do anything except those major scenes and the rest seems a lot like fluff without much relevance. Result: Redrafting is needed in abundance. But on the bright side. I’ve written 52,000 words so I have something to work with. Maybe I will throw myself a small party. I …

Books, Books And More Books!!!!

What Am I Currently Reading: I’m one of those people who always has about twenty books on the go, so here are the top four books on my ‘Currently Reading List’. I’m most of the way through A Dance of Ghosts so that one is the one I’m focusing on at the moment. I should have it finished in the next couple of days and next up will probably be ‘Go Set A Watchman’ and then I’ll dive back into ‘A Code Maker’s War’. I like to keep some variation in the books I’m reading and not have two of the same one after the other, otherwise it’s too easy to get bored. Recently Finished: Haha! I’ve been good in the last three weeks. I’ve managed to start and finish a few books instead of leaving them on the shelf half-read to come back to later. It’s helped that three of my favourite authors brought out books at about the same time. The divine Derek Landy brought out the first book in his new series …

Oh Look. I’ve Run Out Of Rope… Drat.

I Just wrote myself off a cliff. Well sort of. Darkened Daughter is now 500 words away from the halfway point and I thought I knew what was going to happen in every chapter between now and the end. Apparently this was not true. I did not know what was going to happen, because my sneaky little brain decided to derail things and throw up a new event that now means one of my character will be out of commission for a couple of chapters. This mean I can’t write chapters eighteen and nineteen as planned, because it simply won’t make sense.  Replanning is now required. Of course I knew that this would happen. It always does when I try to write something. I’m also aware that every single chapter I’ve written so far is too short for its content, bar one that is just short full stop but somehow works. Redrafting will probably have this novel reaching far beyond its 80,000 word target, but I’m not going to say that’s a bad thing because …

Line Please

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.” I do not know why it is called “Golden” since it appears to have been written by men with mouths of iron and hearts of lead. This is Diarmaid MacCulloch quoting ‘De causis corruptarum artium’. That’s what happens when you ask someone to pick up the nearest books and they’re half way through researching the 1549 South West Rebellion in England. I suppose it’s rather pretty but I’ve no idea how I’m supposed to use it to write a post. I’ll try again, Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys: … Trust me to pick up a book where page eighty-two is completely blank. Well, one last attempt. Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant The Faceless Ones: She wasn’t, in Valkyrie’s opinion, all there.” Ah, Valkyrie Cain, one of my all time favourite characters by one of my all time favourite authors talking about another character that I simply adore. Clarabelle. Clarabelle is the definition of “away with the fairies”, but she is one of the sweetest, most accepting …

Musing

So far there have been more pages turned than footsteps trodden in my life. This isn’t necessarily bad. Those pages and the words have fed into everything I am, everything I want to be, everything I want to do. They have set pins into maps for locations I can see and given me the chance to create for myself that which no longer exists. I could walk the world over and never find the moment when the Parthenon stood whole, or Stephen Sauvestre sat hunched over sketched out plans, or Henry De Audley first saw the finished Red Castle. However, I am not content with pages instead of footsteps, and it is time for my feet to catch up.   Time changes all things, sweeping stone to sand and dust. Witness what comes next. A Haibun for DVersePoets. Thank you for the wonderful prompt and a fantastically interesting article.

Proof Copy Ordered!

I have finally finalised a small collection of poems. (Eighteen) Anyway, thanks to blurb, I now have this poems in a shiny, all proffessionaly looking mock up of a book and have ordered a copy to work like a final proof. If it on looks good on delivery then I will be able to put the collection up for public sale! There are a couple or new poems, but it is mainly redrafted works from the site and my DA account. However, they are all pulled together into a physical paperback! Woo!

You Think Me Old?

  (Image Source) “You think me old?” asked the man whose folds could tell you of booted feet in bog soaked trenches, too numb from cold to tell when the rot set in. “You think me old?” asked the man who’d watched women in polka dot men twirl on the arms of boys not fated to come home again. “You think me old?” asked the man who’d once held books with more care than that which he’d showed to the new born babe passed from his wife’s arms. The man who matched each title to the lines etched in his face and called each new one a moment more of knowledge. “You think me old?” asked the man. “I am as old as what I have learnt, and what is left for me to learn marks me but a babe.”

Planning for July

Next month writers across the world will once again decide to re-affirm their insanity by setting themselves the challenge of writing a whole novel in just one month. My own word count for this July’s Camp NaNoWriMo is 60,000 words, which is both completely ridiculous and assumptive since I have never managed to complete one of these National *insert literature type* "Writing Month challenges yet. I have a good feeling about next month though. Partly because of my almost completion of NaPoWriMo, (hey! I gave that one a good crack, it beat December Form Challenge), and partly because I managed 17,000 words in November which is my best word-count for a NaNoWriMo so far. I also have an awesome synopsis for my choice of plot.   DARKENED DAUGHTER Nicholas Hunt has worked for the Rebels all his life, all seventeen years of it. Never once did he question their motives or orders. Until now. The rebels have put a price on the head of Tara Gravitell, the daughter of a King and Princess of the …

Listening to the writer

I am loving my creative writing course at university! I have encountered a few problems when it comes to having ideas mid-lecture. My laptop being a ten minute walk and an awkward lecture-room shuffle through the seats away. This means that the ideas must be pinned down by mental ninjas that live in my brain, their job: ‘To keep ideas inside the mind long enough that the writer can- “Oh shiny thing!” – what was the idea again?’ This can get a little infuriating at times but for the most part my writing is doing better than ever. My absolute favourite part of the creative writing course comes every other Thursday, under the title of a plenary session. The lecturers have used it to bring in published writers, allowing them to hurl their writing at us and for us to hurl questions back at them. Such fun has never been seen. Tonight’s lecture was graced with the presence of the wonderful Tania Hershman who wrote ‘The White Road and Other Stories’ and ‘My Mother Was …

Writers Block, Creative Friends, Art and Literature

Now I was supposed to do this a couple of weeks ago. But for those of you who know me, asking me do get something done that is not deadline specific is close to asking me to do a triple backflip. I may do it, the likelihood of it taking place is just very low. But when it comes to promised favours I just have a sieve like memory, it’s a struggle to keep thoughts from slipping through the cracks. Anyway, back to the original point of the post. Those of you following will have already seen that some of my friends are somewhat creatively minded, (and completely off the wall.) Now I’ve been told that my blog is apparently drawing in a reasonable amount of traffic (this may be an overstatement) and that as a ‘friend’ it seems reasonable that I will try and introduce those who read my work, to the fantastic works of those I know. Now I have no problem with this. I really don’t mind including such pieces as Amber …