Five for Twelve

I’m a fan of resolutions. I’m less a fan of the actual resolutions than I am of the mindset that it takes to make them. That’s the part that rocks — the hopefulness, the idealism, the moment in time when you think to yourself, “ok, let’s do it.” I’d like to see more moments like that throughout the year — but it is that mindset that makes it easy for me to participate in the new year ritual, even as I avoid the other typical end-of-the-year broohaha (I’m looking at you Xmas).

Would it surprise those of you that know me that I am, beneath my bitter, caustic shell, an eternal optimist? A realist, yes. But an optimist first. A real polly anna if the truth be told. Now, with that bit of sharing over with — it is another year, so here is another list:

  1. Up my game. Sometimes a long run can’t be finished at your usual, leisurely pace. Sometimes to click off those final kilometres you have to push it. You have to speed up and get a cramp and risk running out of breath. Yeah. I’m so close to the end of my novel I can smell it. I feel like it’s time to up my focus, up my writing hours and just general push through the fucking sound barrier to get to the end.
  2. Run, baby, run. Following on the brilliant running metaphor above, I’m going to don spandex more often in 2012. Three times a week should do it. Additional exercise isn’t written off either. Oh and to quote Woody Guthrie: eat better, wash teeth (if any). That’s two extra for you.
  3. Ask questions. This one’s easy. Questions can take you places you never expected. Questions can make you smarter, much smarter than listening to your own voice all the time. The more questions you ask, the more you know, the more interested you seem, the more people like you. Asking people questions is also a good indicator of how interesting they are — the tipping point is how many questions does it take to elicit a question from the one being questioned? There’s a question for you.
  4. Read, baby, read. Twenty-eleven was a slow book year. I read a lot of different stuff and a lot of it was very good, but my to-read list is getting way too long. Lunch hours at work are being turned over to book reading time. This will give me at least a half hour three days a week on top of my hour before bed to whittle that list down.
  5. Go forth into the world. I’m a hermit, I admit it. But this year I’m going to say yes to going out (once in a while, see point #1). I’d like to start with a house party or dinner party or something like that but I don’t think I’m on many invite lists anymore — I just don’t accept invites often enough. Whatever I end up doing, it will be pushing this introvert’s buttons to be out in the world socializing. It just might save me from a future as a recluse complete with Howard Hughes-like beard and fingernails.
  6. And finally, an extra, an easter egg, for those of you who have made it this far. In 2012 I will find a good red wine and I will drink it. This doesn’t sound like much, does it? I gave up alcohol a few years ago — due to complications after surgery, not because I was lush or anything (well, I probably was but that’s besides the point) —  The recent holidays saw me drink 2 glasses of wine in one sitting and no side effects. This bodes very well for 2012. Very well indeed.

Now, a question (see point #3): how do you feel about resolutions? But more importantly, do you have a favourite wine you’d like to recommend?

The best of intentions

I’m working with a character who has been on the backburner for months and months. It is nice to write her again. She’s one of those characters that seems to shift the whole story around when I’m writing her. She’s a major player but compared to the others her personality is so light and charming and funny. My other characters take themselves far too seriously — and they’re dealing with life and death stuff. I write their stories and I sometimes think this book could be a very serious kind of book, but then this character pops up again and she’s got other plans. The book transforms …

Now I wonder what kind of book am I writing that it can shift and change so easily. Well the short answer is: I don’t know. Another short answer: I don’t care. Third short answer: first draft. We shall see.

What kind of book are you writing? Is it the book you thought it was or is it different?

Unanswerable questions

I apologize in advance for the less than thoughtful blog post, but as I’ve been writing and working on my novel this weekend I have come to realize that some questions just can not be answered. Such as:

will I ever finished

did I take a wrong turn somewhere in april/november/2009

what the hell am I doing/who the hell am I kidding/etc.

is it any good, really

can I magically make sense out of this jumble of words

is this the same story I started with

whats the big idea

Thus endeth this post. Thank you.

The Unexamined Life

“An unexamined life is not worth living.” – Socrates

“An unexamined life may not be worth living but the life too closely examined may not be lived at all” Mark Twain

I think that just about explains it. I’ve been thinking about this blog and all the other forms of online communication I partake in. I’m on facebook. I’m on twitter (in a binge and purge kind of way). I frequent a writing forum where I’m fairly active. But “participate” and “active” are tricky words — more and more I’m beginning to feel that my online persona is a bit of a schmo and I’d like to rectify that if I can.

Doing that, making the change from schmo to someone who actually has something to say is going to take a bit of work on my part. This is where the examination comes in. I’m a writer-in-training. I’m an unpublished hack writing her first novel. There’s not much more I can say — or want to say — about that. That part of the experience, the word counts, the bouts of insecurity, the rejection slips and the sitting in the attic typing day in and day out, while interesting to me (in small doses) isn’t really the examination I’m talking about.

So, I’m going to have to dig a bit deeper. I don’t think writing about writing is enough. I think it’s time to write about the why and the what instead of the depressing and repetitive how.

I’m not sure how to cure a lifetime habit of hoarding information like that. Because that’s what I’ve always done, grabbed on to the things that interest me and stuff it down for future reference. Sharing it means giving it away and if you give it away how are you going to use it later? But maybe hoarding isn’t the way to go. Maybe hoarding just shoves ideas in a box never to be handled or turned over and delved into in a deeper and more meaningful way. Hoarded ideas remain full of possibility — it’s only when they are held up under examination that their weaknesses or their strengths emerge.

So, what does this mean? Well, I’m not sure what my next post will be about yet (or when). But I’m going to try to be a more thoughtful, examined schmo at the very least. Stay tuned.

 

A Walk

Today we went out for a walk and came back with a great new haircut.

There’s nothing like a walk to clear the mind. I’ve heard writers say they do their best thinking while on a walk. As I usually have a walking buddy (that’s him up there) I’m normally too focused on other things, to really think about what I’m writing. But that kind of break can be beneficial too. I say this after a dismal week of writing — I’m hoping that my brain just needed a break, an extended walk over a couple of days, so to speak. I hope by indulging in some non-thinking time that this week will be better when I am sitting at my desk.

If I want to have a think, or if I’m looking for ideas, the best thing I’ve found is to take a long ride on public transit. Or a bath. A bath almost always works. Sitting down in front of the computer to wait it can work too. What works for you? And, more important, what do you think of his haircut?

Busy

This writing thing can keep you quite busy really if you let it. I’m trying to open my schedule up a little bit. Spring is here (I think. Or is that summer?) and I have the socializing itch. This doesn’t happen often so I have to take advantage of it and fill up the social calendar as much as I can as far into the future as I dare. So coffee dates galore in the coming weeks — a few readings too. Not me reading, of course. Just me listening. I have a couple of poet friends who really do that kind of thing well. I feel  a wee bit cooler just from being in the audience and listening to their phenomenal delivery.

I think I have a bit of the reading itch as well (can I blame that on the weather too? Perhaps it’s just dry skin) but I’m a long way off from reading my current stuff. I need to get the bloody thing finished — which requires no audience. Though the dog likes to watch. And I’m okay with that.

 

 

Hard drive horror show

My hard drive died last week.

A moment of silence, please.

My computer is barely a year old so I wasn’t expecting it, not that you really ever expect this kind of thing. But, I’ve lived through dying computers before so I had backed up my work which saved me A LOT of pain, believe me. Still, just imagining that my back ups were corrupted or unavailable gave me a major anxiety attack.

I sent my computer into the shop and there were a few glitches in getting it repaired. That left me computer-less for little over a week. This was terrifying in its own right. But I’m on a deadline so I couldn’t just wait it out. Instead, I went back in time and picked up pen and paper.

Let me say now: I write on my computer. I don’t hand write first drafts and transcribe. I don’t use pen and paper for much other than jotting down a quick note here and there. Although I am fond of a well-made notebook. (I purchased a new one specially – “Zequenz”)

I didn’t think writing this way was going to be for me, but I surprised myself. Writing by hand, aside from the cramps (and as long as you have the right pen) was fantastic. I actually wrote MORE, which is still confusing me, mostly because I am not good with math. But it seems I managed to get more writing done the old fashioned way. It might have something to do with all the distractions that come along with the computer, but I still had my husband’s computer for those so I’m not so sure. Maybe.

So the lesson learned?  Backing up rocks. Multiple back ups are even better. External hard drive and dropbox and emailing to my Gmail account. Whatever it takes. Printing out copies will do the trick too.

And another lesson — don’t be afraid of leaving technology behind for a bit when it comes to writing. Try picking up pen and paper once in a while. You might surprise yourself.

The power of three

In Vietnam there’s a superstition that considers it bad luck to take a photo with three people in it. They say the person in the middle will die soon.

Not sure what that means for my book, which currently has three distinct sections in three different time periods and three different POVs. If the middle one must die, so be it. But, not yet.

I’m not sure how this story got this way. I’m pretty sure it was a simple one time-period, coming of age kind of story when I started. Now, not so much.

Three wishes, three witches, count to three, three little pigs, three bears and the three musketeers. Three.

Visual inspiration

 

Octopi-Ampersand by Alex Eben Meyer

I’ve started up a tumblr account and have started collecting images there. I’m probably doing it wrong. But there are so many wonderful artists or fans of art on that system and I just keep grabbing up images that work for me; that feel like where my brain is at or remind me about what I’m writing (why I’m writing).

Here’s the link if you’re interested.

After browsing around there for a bit — I’ve come to the conclusion that I am an illustration junkie. AN ILLUSTRATION JUNKIE.

This story I’m writing is a perfect comic book. I wish I could draw.