To me, there is nothing more powerful than incursive stories word by word being chipped from word wood; poems, plays, pictures too and to say that I include the visual arts also: before they are put on display.
Words pictures and sounds multiply words pictures and sounds which is to say simply to put down words pictures and sounds is to play God with words pictures and sounds as much as is possible. It helps if you have faith! Because if put down wrong it usually stands out like a moron in a bar trying assiduously to remain sober but failing. It does feel good the act of sheer effort of will. Put before luck judgement and whatever colour that may be and hope for a happy ending before putting down stylus or deleting! Carry on. Faith. If it doesn’t come soon, it will do. Eventually drooping chins and groans will subside before SPOTTING glimpses of perfection and signs that you are happy with it. Possibly allow for rages of introspection because good stories don’t come easily but don’t worry its not you: It’s the process. As an artist expect shoving and pushing, screaming and wailing and that’s just the punters with the odd baby teething. It’s all in a days work. Word count. Check. Doing fine thank-you Mr Fuss Fuss. Doing Fine. BUT mustn’t be too hasty either. In count. In time. I told you perfection don’t come easy. ANYWAY! Enjoy the process and learn from it so you can say ‘I did my best’ That’s my secret!
Begin again…I am no stranger to that cocked hat. (Put in it rhyme twill make your heart chime). Blow by blow accounts overblow the nitty gritty. And when it’s all looking pretty …You now know what to do.
Some fucking people, I DK. Wouldn’t recognise a Spatula if you waved it under their nose! Word mechanic at work. Insert diagram here of man digging for and making a nice pile of words beside him that others could use. Words from out of the very ground. Did you know that? Its a metaphor for what goes on in my head, the bit inside. A little man gets a message ‘some words please’ so our man puts down his newspaper or phone and with a sigh picks up his pick-axe which he puts over his right shoulder while he ums and arrs and kicks the ground a bit to see just where is best to send the pick head first. A grunt. So, happy with a spot he takes the pick-axe in both hands and sends fourteen inches of cold steel into hard unyielding ground. No screams, this is the ground. He sees a letter in the dark soil a ‘G’ so sends in the pick-axe again. Now he sees other word endings. For some reason they are all buried upside down. So he strikes again and again, and again and soon the words are loose enough to pick up and place in a pile. He radios the set. ‘Got them, Jack!. Send in the cleaners.’ and then he sits down again and waits for the next message.
Glued to the spot. My hands already finding the keys, the story not formed in my conscious mind, I swallow my pride and type. Immediately I have a thought. A bit to the left it goes. Huh? A bit to the left of what? The left-hand side of the keyboard? Where are the Q,A,Z? It’s more than likely to be rudder left because when I write Its like I am in charge of a little ship, somewhere out at sea and the writing is my course and trajectory home to port. That’s port as in dock, not left. Sometimes you think you have found port but it turns out to be an illusion or you do reach port but it’s still wrong because all you have written seems shallow and pointless, worst still uninteresting and boring. But it’s getting to port that matters! Huh! I hate being boring.Throw me a line, Let’s go chase a whale!
Re-writes. I hate re-writes. If it’s being edited for publication then Hey I am accommodating as hell We all want the same thing right? That’s OK but rewrites I do not do. Not like I used to. I would go and add entire paragraphs or even chapters but now I’m happy with what got written so go fly a kite Mr Re-write and leave me be to write something else.
Grammarly. Thank the gods for the editor-on-the-fly that is Grammarly. Never has it been so easy to fix common mistakes made by all writers ostensibly for free. You have cleaned up my work when all I want to do is publish. and I feel better knowing some clever computer algorithm is doing a job I hate doing.
Erasers are so Last millennium but if you want to use one then draw doodles all over your book making clouds with erasers. You will look so artistic – your friends will love you.
That’s about it for ‘A Writers Tale’ today. We all like going on a journey so if you are thinking about writing get down that first few words and see where it takes you. Happy Reading!
There was once a room. And in this room was rap music. And at the other end of the universe there was another room. And in that room was rap music. At the End of The Universe there will be rap music. I live underneath on of them rooms So I constantly hear rap music (crap music).
In the beginning, there was corruption and greed and controlling behavior. Then followed a time of repentance and the doing of good deeds. This was known as losing control/decolonisation. Eventually, nothing but all the options were examined and nothing but obedience remained. This was the future.
Girls and boys have their say at a party for a long dead author. Did the author know that in 100 years ‘A Man Fucks His Wife’ by D.E.Ranged would become a feminist classic?
I used to think that reading Jabberwocky was absurd. Then one day I had a look in the mirror, and stared real hard and laughed at what I saw. Then another day I read a learned book about English Literature and realised I wasn’t the only one who thought the whole thing nonsense.
When looking for something to study I thought that the sciences were for me but… Eventually, I began to write and it became my crutch. I began blogging and that became my want. I began reading English Literature and that became for a day at least, my balloon.
Money, Blah blah, epic poetry is the highest form of literature, followed by the sonnet, followed in parallel by the novel, the short story, flash fictions and fan fictions. Basically, I wish that there is no higher order except in the execution of writing your own words and making meaningful connections with readers. Trust me, I know, I’m A Writer.