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The time you make

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010
curse of the writer

As some of you may be aware, I take part in an online writers group. Every Wednesday night we come together to chat and discuss where we are all up to with our writing. Initially, the founder of the group started it up to discuss and work on short stories, but the weekly tasks are now more general – still involves writing short stories, but as an example: when we started up again for the year two weeks ago, we were discussing heroes and villains. Our task for the first week was to write two short stories; one where a hero from one of our pre-existing novels does something bad, and another where a villain does something good – while still keeping them in character. It was a much more difficult task than I anticipated, so I’ve still not finished it, but I am working on it still because it is fun!

The task from last weeks meeting arose from our discussions about what time we allocate to our writing. Most (if not all) good writers will say that around work and everything else, they had to schedule their writing time in, and they had to be strict with it – even if they didn’t feel like writing at the time, or had a creative block, they still had to keep soldiering on, and treating it like it was their source of work for income and needed it to provide for themselves. At the moment, my times are all up in the air as I am working full time again for the first time in years, and even if my car was on the road, I still travel a fair distance to get to and from work. Catching the train at the moment is a nightmare though. Often on the way home, I find myself still standing by the time I’m only two stations away from where I have to get off, so writing on the train in the afternoons is highly unlikely.

By the time I get home, I often have time to eat dinner and get ready for work the next day, before I really need to think about going to bed. It’s exceedingly frustrating, but I need a job, and I’m very lucky to have the job that I do (I have to tell myself this). Matt, the founder of our Wednesday Writers group, suggested that I start writing on the train in the morning. I was a little apprehensive initially. The idea of bringing my laptop out on the train, well, it made me feel a little pretentious, and I didn’t like that.

When I was younger and was always catching the train, I would always carry a folder with me, and I would plot and scheme so that when I got home, I could just write. I’ve now been trying to write while on the train, and I’m finally over the issues I have with using my laptop on the train, but I still feel uncomfortable actually writing my novel. If I have my favourite metal music playing in my ears though, I’m happy to plot, and I’m going to force myself to continue trying to write. I think most of it is just a fear that someone will read over my shoulder, and laugh at the raw and rough material I’m presenting on my screen as I type frantically.

Although, this morning I’m not even plotting, because I’m instead writing this up so that I can post it when I get home tonight.

That being said, I’ve still got about fifteen minutes left of my journey on this train, so I might go and attempt to do some more outlining for my From the Ashes series (which I condensed from a six book series, to a four book series the other day).

Group Writing

Isabella Rayne – NaNoWriMo

Friday, November 6th, 2009
Pure as snow

Last night, before going to bed, I had the sheer genius idea, that I was going to ask a few questions of my friends from National Novel Writing Month (Melbourne, Australia). The first who agreed to my call out, was Isabella Rayne, and short and sweet as it is, this is what she had to say:

How long have you been doing NaNo?
Third year this year.

How many wins have you had?
Two, aiming for my third win this year.

Quality or Quantity – which is more important to you during NaNo?
Quantity, but also quality. Bashing out the first draft(s).

What is your target wordcount this year and do you think you will succeed?
150k+, and yes!

What genre are you writing, and what is your story about?
One novel’s fantasy, one’s smut!

What is your favourite part of NaNo?
The socialising, and writing… the writing’s good too.

Words of advice/love for your fellow Melbourne NaNoers?
Stop playing Pandemic II.

Words of warning/challenge to other regions in NaNo?
We have delyra. We have me. You’re going down, bitches.


This month

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009
backdownagain
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The madness has begun.

First though, an apology: the photos in my previous post are currently down. I’ll let you know when the problem is resolved, that may not be until December though.

Today is day 3 of National Novel Writing Month, and blessedly, I am ahead of the minimum word count for the day. I decided before NaNo even started that this time around, my goal was quality, not quantity. I’ve been frustrated, because what I’m writing feels like it is lacking massively in description, and there are holes. The plus side though, is that at least this year my novel isn’t random – it does have a path of sorts that it is following, and so therefore it will be editable.

Now, I promised that I would share some of my writing with you. You have been sufficiently warned, it isn’t very good – but I guess I would still appreciate your thoughts. So here is a snippet from my introduction, sorry if it makes no sense:

The Unbound Truth

There was something unusual about the lock jutting forth from the earth. It wasn’t limited to the fact that it seemed to be attached to nothing but the earth, there was something different in the way it caught the light that fascinated her, triggering something in a memory that she couldn’t quite place.

Pushing the overgrown shrub that was covering it back further, she could make out more clearly, it’s aged, brassy colour. Gouging her fingers into the dirt around it, she tried again to find whatever it was attached to and protecting. The earth was too hard and dry for her to make much progress though.

‘Stace,’ her head snapped up to search for her caller, ‘Satan said we can stop for the day, you can have first shower if you want.’

Still unable to find the person who matched the voice through the dense scrub, she knew regardless who it belonged to. ‘Thanks Bek, I’ll be in soon.’ She threw one last look at the lock, before promising herself she’d be back for another look some other time as she slowly rose to her feet.

Peeling off her sweat-drenched gardening gloves, she ambled back to the house, squinting against the harsh summer sun as it set before her. As she stepped inside, she hung her hat on the back of the laundry door, before darting across to her bedroom to grab the things she needed.

It wasn’t until she was in the shower that her body could really feel her hard day of work. Her muscles and joints ached under the hot water, and the burning sensation against her skin let her know where she was more than likely sunburnt. She wished she could stay in the shower far longer than she did, but they were in the middle of a drought and that would have been selfish on her part.

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