Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Jasper Fforde's Pep Talk

I started back writing this morning after a long lull brought on both my sickness and general disgust with myself. So open the forwarded copy only to realise that I had not forwarded to myself the most updated version and my word count was less than it was at home but I wrote anyway, it was a deviation from the original somewhat but hey I wrote.

Then I started to explore the NaNo site better and saw this pep talks from different writers including from one of my favourite writers and it made me happy. So here's Jasper's Pep talk

Jasper Fforde's pep talk

Dear Writer,

I once wrote a novel in 22 days. 31 chapters, 62,000 words. I didn’t do much else—bit of sleeping, eating, bath or two—I just had three weeks to myself and a lot of ideas, an urge to write, a 486 DOS laptop and a quiet room. The book was terrible. 62,000 words and only twenty-seven in the right order. It was ultimately junked but here’s the important thing: It was one of the best 22 days I ever spent. A colossal waste of ink it was, a waste of time it was not.

Because here’s the thing: Writing is not something you can do or you can’t. It’s not something that ‘other people do’ or ‘for smart people only’ or even ‘for people who finished school and went to University’. Nonsense. Anyone can do it. But no-one can do it straight off the bat. Like plastering, brain surgery or assembling truck engines, you have to do a bit of training—get your hands dirty—and make some mistakes. Those 22 days of mine were the start, and only the start, of my training. The next four weeks and 50,000 words will be the start of your training, too.

There’s a lot to learn, and you won’t have figured it all in 50,000 words, but it’ll be enough for you to know that you don’t know it all, and that it will come, given time. You’ll have written enough to see an improvement, and to start to have an idea over what works and what doesn’t. Writing is a subtle art that is reached mostly by self-discovery and experimentation. A manual on knitting can tell you what to do, but you won’t be able to make anything until you get your hands on some wool and some needles and put in some finger time. Writing needs to be practiced; there is a limit to how much can be gleaned from a teacher or a manual. The true essence of writing is out there, in the world, and inside, within yourself. To write, you have to give.

What do you give? Everything. Your reader is human, like you, and human experience in all its richness is something that we all share. Readers are interested in the way a writer sees things; the unique world-view that makes you the person you are, and makes your novel interesting. Ever met an odd person? Sure. Ever had a weird job? Of course. Ever been to a strange place? Definitely. Ever been frightened, sad, happy, or frustrated? You betcha. These are your nuts and bolts, the constructor set of your novel. All you need to learn is how to put it all together. How to wield the spanners.

And this is why 30 days and 50,000 words is so important. Don’t look at this early stage for every sentence to be perfect—that will come. Don’t expect every description to be spot-on. That will come too. This is an opportunity to experiment. It’s your giant blotter. An empty slate, ready to be filled. It’s an opportunity to try out dialogue, to create situations, to describe a summer’s evening. You’ll read it back to yourself and you’ll see what works, you’ll see what doesn’t. But this is a building site, and it’s not meant to be pretty, tidy, or even safe. Building sites rarely are. But every great building began as one.

So where do you start? Again, it doesn’t matter. You might like to sketch a few ideas down on the back of an envelope, spend a week organizing a master-plan or even dive in head first and see where it takes you. All can work, and none is better than any other. The trick about writing is that you do it the way that’s best for you. And during the next 50,000 words, you may start to discover that, too.

But the overriding importance is that the 50,000 words don’t have to be good. They don’t even have to be spelled properly, punctuated or even tabulated neatly on the page. It’s not important. Practice is what’s important here, because, like your granny once told you, practice does indeed make perfect. Concert violinists aren’t born that way, and the Beatles didn’t get to be good by a quirk of fate. They all put in their time. And so will you. And a concerted effort to get words on paper is one of the best ways to do it. The lessons learned over the next thirty days will be lessons that you can’t get from a teacher, or a manual, or attending lectures. The only way to write is to write. Writers write. And when they’ve written, they write some more. And the words get better, and sentences form easier, and dialogue starts to snap. It’s a great feeling when it happens. And it will. Go to it.

-Jasper Fforde

Jasper Fforde is the best-selling author of the Thursday Next and Nursery Crime books. He has been writing for twenty years, but only published for ten. His training took a while. His eighth book, Shades of Grey, will be published in January 2010. He lives and writes in Wales, has a large family and likes to fly aeroplanes.


My work at the moment is disjointed but really got to write, must write

Friday, November 6, 2009

I have work guilt

I should be at work instead of home

God I hate being sick

Now my back hurts cause I've been lying down so much, then again it also hurts to sit down. The only good thing at this present moment vis a vi right NOW at this instant is that I could finally breathe out of both nostrils and my head is no longer hurting.

I should be at work

Thursday, November 5, 2009

The Plague the Plague!

Oh gods I'm plague ridden...no not the piggy, but the common cold (I think) sniffling but not runny nose, more clogged and refusing to allow air to pass, the occasional sneezing and coughing. Gods please misery, me out of now huh? *sniff*

I am days behind in my NaNo, I am actually many thousands of words behind and at my present rate will need to write close to 3000 words a day to keep up. Also whilst looking back on said words I then realise that I hate it, it is chick lit, CHICK LIT! which I despise and should may as well shoot myself just for producing such utter rot. *sniff sniff* Owww my head, my eyes hurt, why couldn't I just think up some nice fiction, maybe some sci fi, invent my own lil world a la Pratchett and murder a couple of thousand people and then be caught by intergalatic warriors, bounty-hunters even and be beheaded in front of cheering crowds...no? yeah that has been overdone hasn't it, very French revolution meet Hitler meet Chronicles of Riddick (which is the only show I could think of right now with bounty hunters, Oh wait Star wars had bounty hunters didn't it and Critters)...which now thinking about it is not actually...nah.

Anyway eyes hurt so I am off the pc, going to redrug myself and go lie in a darkened room and ponder the meaning of chick lit flowing effortlessly out of my little fluffy heathen head. Or maybe I'll just rub myself down with vicks and moan, sniffle and try to draw breath before passing out...yeah that sounds more like it

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Heh guess what

At five minutes to midnight tonight I signed up for NaNoWrimo after all.

There is a storyline bouncing around in my head and tomorrow I start writing. A couple of people have been encouraging me in the wings..you know who you are, so I have given into peer pressure and...well not really I was reading the "What is NaNoWrimo" page and saw the paragraph that said

Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.


Quantity not quality...I could do that! But I shall try to have some quality as well/

Soo ready set...here I go

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Ugh

Oh god I feel like shit, absolute shit. Cranky as hell and my stomach is in knots. I am having a very bad last quarter and that's for sure. Please please let the months fly by, please please let me not kill anyone...please I beg you.

Crap!To say that I'm irritable is putting it mildly, and today for no good reason I just want to cry. It does not help that my salary is almost gone and its not even the new month yet. So I'm broke and moody? What a combination no wonder I feel like causing grievously bodily harm, help help

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

No go on NaNoWrimo

Surprise surprise I've backed out again. I shall write but not on a schedule and doubtful unless its an incredibly short story it will be done for the end of November. pity really

Monday, October 26, 2009

Je ne t'aime plus mon amour, je ne t'aime tous les jours..

We all know my taste in music tends to be a bit for want of a better word eclectic and covering most genres. I discovered Manu Chao quite a few years ago (don't ask I'm horrible with time) and was especially fond of Bongo Bong cause its a fun song, but as I said that was a some years ago and it faded to the back of my memory



So fast forward last month or some such and I'm driving to...or it could have been from work when I hear that Shabba Ranks has a new song...Shabba? he's alive? and still recording? Wonders

Anyway I totally enjoyed the song (which is a first cause my tastes don't usually extend towards Jamaica, sue me) but thought it had a familiar beat and then it hits me (weeks later)...they sampled Manu!



It sounds good mind you, I rather like it but it confirmed a suspicion that I had that actually at this point did not need to be confirmed...ALL ORIGINALITY IS DEAD.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

I wondered what you looked like

Thanks to my friend Tracey I finally get to see my pic from Erotic Art week and so can you (I know exciting isn't it). You may remember that I wrote about it back in July, long story short there was a private photobooth, they gave adults time alone in a room with a camera and a remote, things happen when normally rational people get the chance at anonymity....really!

Check out the photobooth pics on Rodell Warner's page, long time readers will recognise which one is me I'm sure. Some of the pics are NSFW but very entertaining.

Oh btw to the guy at pic 11 "Hi! How are you?" *wibber* You resemble someone I knew once upon a time *wink*

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Temper Temper and other such

Did I mention that I had one? Surely I did, its never that far away, always lurking just near the surface, spend any time around me in real life and you'll see it that's for sure.

This may come as a surprise but I got very angry with someone who found this blog, someone I know. This is my space, my venting ground, this is it! there is no other spot but here and if I put something out there its not to be questioned why. This is where I clear my head (okay not so much of late, I've been ruminating mostly, sue me), I do this for me, I don't do this for you. If I'm cryptic for any reason it means that yes I do happen to know that there is a readership thank you and for reasons of privacy (yes I said privacy on a public blog, deal with it) I don't want you to know exactly what I'm referring to, that is my prerogative, yes I do get one of those all to myself and I choose to invoke it when and where I see fit. No questions on the sly as to what I meant by statement X please, all you get by doing that is one very peeved me, geez!

I'm still pissed, not so much now by the initial questioning but by the response to my not so delicately put statement that I don't want to be questioned. Really! No Really! fuckinhell

But forgetting all that momentarily...next month NaNoWrimo, 50,000 words in 30 days. I've always wanted to do it, I'm thinking I should this time around...it would help if I got a plot or storyline down right about now huh

Oh and have finally started P90 to kick start my weightloss once more. I just realised today that I've all told lost 30 lbs since starting out, that is nothing to be sneezed at...between Feb and now I lost 20 lbs alone. I am quite pleased with myself, all I need is to lose 10 more pounds (ok 15 really) and I will be at my goal weight. Not to bad not to bad at all. Okay have cheered self up, goodnight

Saturday, October 17, 2009

I love you, I love you I do I do!

yeah...sad really, title says it all