Hello there, internet. I am here to ask you a favour. Awkward, but I guess we always knew this day would come. Continue reading “Votes For Bloggers”
There have been a lot of stories kicking about over the past few days about George RR Martin’s announcement he won’t get the next installment of A Song of Ice and Fire done before the sixth series of Game of Thrones airs on TV. In May last year he thought he could do it, but things happened, life got in the way, and he didn’t make the deadline. Continue reading “Writing Resolutions”
It is the style in the blogosphere around this time to reflect on the previous year and to take lessons from it, instead of just using New Year’s Eve to wipe it all and start again like a normal person. Still, far be it from me to miss a chance to write a treatise on the year that was. I can moralise with the best of them, I’ve read Thomas Hardy. Mainly so you don’t have to (unless you’re a 12 year old girl, in which case you might enjoy the melodrama). Continue reading “Never Read The Reviews”
I spent my last post bemoaning the fact that my printer was behaving like a total helmet, thus preventing me from printing out my latest magnum opus (or 26,000 word nonsense for 8 year olds, if you want to be pedantic).
Now, it’s quite often hard to know who is reading this blog (assuming anyone still is aside from the spam bots, who are as vocal as ever – shout out for my home boy Ben Sherman Shirts, Great Prices). Since I finished the initial ‘write 12 Books in 12 Months’ thing, the site has been a strange mixture of stuff aimed readers, stuff aimed at writers and amateurish attempts at photography. But the ‘my printer needs to stop being an arsepiece’ post provoked the most tangible response I’ve ever had, namely that one of my best pals got in touch after reading it to ask if I want a new printer for my birthday next week. What a result!
I swithered about this for approximately ten minutes before deciding that the post, rather than a childish rant, must subconsciously have been my equivalent of Amanda Palmer’s TED talk about asking for help – and replied saying YESPLEASETHANKYOU.
The upshot of this is that I have now printed out a nearly readable first draft of a bookish piece of writing I’ve been working on for more than a year, and I’ve even started scribbling edits on it (using a schmancy Parker pen gifted to me by another friend. Thinking about it, I’m pretty lucky that they all humour me in this way…).
To explain why printing is important to me – I’m not sure if anyone does do edits onscreen, but I can’t work that way myself. I get to the point where whatever is on a computer screen seems to be written as I meant to write it, but as soon as I have a printed version the typos (and plot holes) make themselves known much more readily. And now I have such a print out, hooray! Or boo, because it means no excuses for procrastination…
My aim now is to finish these scribbles and transcribe them back into the word doc before I head south for the Birmingham Beer Bash this Thursday. This timeframe is probably slightly over optimistic, given that this morning I put my alarm on the other side of the room to make myself get up at 7am to edit before work only to get up, switch the alarm off, and go back to bed again. Oops.
Still, last time I blogged I was despairing of even getting this far without an expensive trip to an Internet cafe, so maybe the mere act of writing this statement of intent will be enough to make it happen. After all, blogging can change your life. It says so in the header!
(If you still need some convincing, how about this story from the BBC about how starting a blog changed someone’s life in a much more dramatic way than mine..)
P.S. Thanks again Jo! x
This week I am making a concerted effort to find and protect my writing time, because life has gotten on top of me recently and all I’ve really done is make a couple of Vines. This is day two…
7.56am haul myself out of bed, late again. Tomorrow I will put my phone on the other side of the room so I can’t hit snooze.
7.58am Realise I am going to have to make a decision between coffee and removing the onion smell (if you’re not sure what I’m talking about, read yesterday’s post). Fall to knees screaming ‘noooooo!’ Choose to shower because I work in an open plan office and don’t particularly want everyone in it to spend the day sniffing the air going ‘what is that?’
8.20am wrangle with some hair related angst. When exactly are you too old to do your hair in two plaits? It is a worry. There again, I have the stylistic tendencies of a 9 year old girl in most other respects – I probably shouldn’t fight it.
8.30am read a tweet on my way out of the door claiming that Sarah Waters redrafts things up to 34 times before sending to an agent or publisher. Nobody should live at that speed. Seriously, I’ll be dead by the time I’ve done that many redrafts.
6pm get home. Open post, drink some water, consider going for a jog.
6.40pm head out for a jog. Just call me Haruki Murakami.
8pm congratulate self on not dying. Open up my shiny new copy of Mslexia for some ‘sit down and write’ inspiration.
8.15pm my brother comes round for a visit (and to collect a phone charger. Multitasking). We catch up over some minstrels.
9.25pm brother heads home. I sit and finish drafting an application for a mentoring project. This involves 20 minutes of editing fiction! Result!
10.55pm write a blog post about how incredibly well I’m doing. 20 minutes in one day! With momentum like this, who needs writing retreats…