Another update – but good news!
Well the time has finally come, I'm going to actually show some brand new original writing on my part.
The first two chapters of my Memoirs of a Space Corsair are completed, and edited (though I offer no gaurentee to the quality of my self-editing, especially in the small hours of the morning). I've really gone for a bleak start to my characters adventures, and the third chapter will largely be bleak, though of course I can not keep it in such bleak a circumstance, I'm fairly sure if it continued into a fourth chapter, Arsène Frassin (my main character), would probably but aside his principles and simply off himself. He's been through a lot, poor lad.
Hopefully these first two chapters give you a hint of the potential in this boy, trapped by circumstance. It is the foundation for the character, and ultimately the whole series of stories I have planned.
Hopefully, once we move out of these initial chapters, each entry will actually work as its own short story, but feed into the overall plot I intend. However, I must admit, the first three chapters, and possibly into the fourth are sequential, and intended to be read as such. I want to try and keep a word count of between 5,000 and 10,000 per instalment, just because its neater than trying to read 30,000 words in a single posting, and more convenient for the style of writing I want to achieve. As we do move into later chapters, and each adventure is one instalment (albeit with the possibility of an adventure or two being split across two instalments), it should feel a bit more like the pulp fiction of the first half of the twentieth century. I suppose I should come up with a garish and extravagant cover or two to go with milestones in my story.
I am finding this project very exciting, and its been relatively easy to write (albeit in between work, and family), but I can honestly say, the editing has been a lot tougher. I'm sure if I were to re-read either chapter through right now, I'd probably find another hour or two of changes to be made. There is little time for that before the first chapter publishes, so I shall let it lie, plenty of time before the scheduler posts up the second chapter though.
I had to have a little think about the impact of posting a story online, just as with poetry, I want to share my creative works, but a part of you does wonder, what would I do if someone misappropriated my ideas? I've of course added "© Jonathan L. Lawrence, 2010", but also a disclaimer at the beginning, spelling out that this is mine, and mine alone. This may be overkill - however when I ran forum for writers, way back when, the issue of copyright did come up, and I can appreciate the wronged parties point of view.
I want to do a post on copyright, (I did do one previously, but it was more an idea, rather than a real look at the subject), and will probably do this week. I sometimes think copyright isn't really reflective of the time, yet at the same time, I want my creative works protected as I share it with the world. There has to be a balance somewhere, and maybe it lies with the creators rather than the law to find that balance. Of course I am, in my small, untalented way, a creator, so I'm biased.
Anyway, I hope you read and enjoy the first two chapters, and I hope not keep those that do enjoy it waiting with the third and fourth.
Au revoir,
Sage
P.S. Feedback, good or bad, is always welcome - it makes me feel important that someone felt enough about what I've written that they would say something about it. I am an egotist after all is said and done, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Plus, it might just help shape me into a real writer, then if I was ever published, I'd have to acknowledge your contribution - (bribery gets you everywhere, or it does in Arsène's corrupt world).
Annoying Writing Habits…
Doing NaNoWriMo in the company of others has shown me something - how many annoying habits I've built up
I'm not talking about actua writing issues, I'm talking behavourial one. The one I've noticed most often has to be the tapping of keyboards. Not the keys themselves, but the frame or rest area, when I'm trying to think around a problem, or plotting my next move.
I also seem to a very emphatic gesture when hitting the carriage return, it's like every new paragraph is a victory. Also, it seems full stops too.
The other one I've noticed, though I'm trying really hard not to do this in public, is the chewing of my tongue during tense, or really busy period.
There's a few more, but those are probably my biggest crimes against the people around me.
It has led me to wonder, what are your annoying writing habits? Answers on a post card - however since I'm not giving you my address, probably best to answer in a comment.
NaNoWriMo 2009 – An Update 10/11/2009
Well we're now into week 2 of NaNoWriMo, and I managed to resolve my problems that came about at the end of last week. I say temporarily, because despite introducing a brand spanking new character, to whom I switched to, so I could imply the extent of the problem with my protaginist, without gettimg bogged down in detail, (and the logic of how long healing should take), I still wrote in the troubles just later in the process.
Two thousand words dropped for nowt, and probably another thousand to erase the second mistake.
I do have a plan though, and it is a cunning plan, go back again and undo the difficulties, limit the protaginists psychological difficulties (which are what would take too long in the time wise to deal with), but keep the secondary character. Kind of a sidekick to help out my protaginist through the couple of days recovery he needs (I've also undone shooting him in the legs, and instead had the bullet nick his brachial artery).
This should mean my character is less on his own, and has more interaction, and I can up the humour a bit. I'd much rather my characters were funny people than the narrative, or situations. Gallows humour is good, especially in procedural crime writing.
So, recovery is in sight - but I do have some monster writing sessions between now and this Saturday. Which is fine, I don't mind the pressure, it's only when deadlines become tight that I really put my foot on the gas and blast those monster wordcounts out. I had hoped this year woukd be different - but events conspired against me.
Meeting up with other NaNoWriMo'ers helps - it's where I found mysels thinking out the solution to my plot problems. It was a good meet up on Sunday, (7th November 2009), some new faces and old. It's enough to make you believe writers are generally smart, talented, driven people, who are genuinely nice, friendly, and social - until you remember I was there 
, brutish talentless oaf that I am.
The only way to hit 100,000 is going to be by being diligent, and erm... Deadlining with an all nighter on Friday - yes my bad, but we each have our ways of writing afterall.
NaNoWriMo 2009 – Week 1
Well we're now seven days into NaNoWriMo and I've only achieved 13,000 words so far. This is actually to plan, yet now we're going I can't help but feeling I'm falling short. Today is Saturday however, and I planned in most of my word count for Saturdays and Sundays (because I'm not lucky enough to be able to live without earning lots and lots of money).
In my defence (against myself, since I'm my own harshest critic), there has been a lot of drama to trip me up along the way. From car thefts, work, and family - all neatly working their way into my writing time, and mindset.
I shouldn't be bothered, the plan was for 20,000 a weekend, with and extra 5,000 on a Friday, and we've not had a full weekend yet - but I want to do more, be faster stronger as a writer.
I'm not helping myself however, trying to exercise and write at the same time isn't easy, and it's taking it's toll. The Friday just gone, I should have done 5,000 words, instead I slept. Oops, my bad.
It just means today (Saturday) I have to hit 15,000 to be sure of my targets.
Actually, I do realise I'm being unfair, everytime I think about it, I ramp up the amount of words I need to do each week (and subsequently each day), because of how badly I'm doing. It's not just to contemplate for being bad now, it's to compensate for things being just as hard later. I know that if I could get away with it, I would probably set myself a target of 50,000 words a day this weekend. Which isn't unachievable really - think about it, assuming I slept for 12 hours, out of the 48, and wrote for the rest - I'd only need to achieve 52 words per minute consistently.
Of course, that's not likely since I'm here writing this, oops. 15,000 today and tomorrow is fine - it'll get me to 42% of my target, which does give me room to relax for the rest of the month.
I am my own hardest task master... I've as many psychological issues as my main character - but he's paranoid delusional, since I started writing his life has now gone quite psychotic. The irony is, I didn't mean to do that, all I did was shoot him, and he's gone nuts. Oops.
So now I've got to get him functional, get him out of hospital, and somehow have him run (a bullet passed through both thighs, and at one point he starts bleeding out). Oh hum - well here goes.
The good thing with a 100,000 word count target, if I don't finish this in 50,000 I can push it to 60,000 and then have a nice shorter to finish the challenge with.
And if you think I'm a harsh task master this year? Next year will be 50% harder... and you don't even want to know about the year after that.
NaNoWriMo 2009 is a go!
Weeks of anticipation, preparation, and nerves have finally lead to the start of NaNoWriMo 2009.
It started at midnight, and so did I, or close enough (what I actually did was start the procastination early, by waiting an hour to start while I worked on a spreadsheet to track my writing... erm oops). Anyway, today I went to Café Latino in Leeds, met up with another writer doing NaNoWriMo, and we got to work properly on writing our novels.
I'd like to say I'm target, but I'm about four thousand words short as it stands, and annoyingly I'm currently averaging a very poor, and very slow four hundred and fifty three words an hour, I'm not really sure why, the ideas there. Hopefully when a few more characters turn up, and we get some good interaction (not just phone calls), the words will start to flow.
My ideal is to do ten thousand words a day at weekends, with an extra five thousand on a Friday night. Now I know this isn't entirely sustainable, which is where week nights come in, they're my bonus rounds where I can pick a few extra on the word counts, but I can also take some time to create and organise notes, drawings, and do plans to help me at the weekends. The weekend and Fridays plan brings me to my target of one hundred thousand words, across two stories - and thats where I need to focus my efforts.
I don't really need to feel too bad about not hitting target today, this Sunday is an extra, above and beyond the plan, so any words today, just help take a bit of pressure off later on. However, aside from a few chores, and writing this entry I'll be writing right up until bedtime. Sadly this year there won't be any bus writing, my little netbook is still out of order (bang out of order as it were), and I'm confined to using my seventeen inch monster laptop which is just about portable, if I'm writing in a café, or some such, not really something I can sit on a bus with.
I am feeling really confident about this year though, I've got a good plan, and some great ideas. There's a lot of pressure, but I write better with pressure, its how I made it last year, when I did 80% of my novel in just ten days, right at the end.
I'm going to try and fit in time to keep writing here, this is what my blog is for, writing, and discussing writing, and this is the month I'm going to be doing lots of it, so i'll have plenty to discuss.
To all everyone doing NaNoWriMo out there, I wish you all the best of luck.
Block Breaking
In the words of Shirley Manson (of Garbage), "My head explodes, and my body aches," why? Because I'm trying to overcome writers block, and it takes a lot out of me. Its akin to smashing my head against a brick wall for hours at a time.
Why would anyone put themselves through that? Is it worth being a writer if you are not very good at it, and in fact can not write a blessed thing? It is without a doubt a masochistic tendency of writers to try and write through writers block. However it is worth it.
What I'm trying to do at the moment is warm up to NaNoWriMo, I'm taking on the insane challenge of entering twice this year. Two targets of 50,000 words - which I'm definitely capable of achieving, but only if I write. Indeed daily its a requirement of about 4,000 words (with room for creative breaks).
So banging my head against a brick wall ia just warm up, next month I'll be peddling a bike at twenty miles per hour into brick walls, and clinging on for dear life in the hopes I don't get knocked off in the process.
I'm confident though, because despite the block, the ink is flowing. It might only be hundreds of words a day, but clearly that its any words per day after struggling with none is a great thing.
Bring on the impossible challenges. Speaking of which, throughout November, to help push myself I’m going to be giving myself little challenges, characters, and scenarios to include in the stories I write. There are already some over at NaNoWriMo.org: York & Leeds for my region. Will keep you posted on how that goes, and feel free to suggest challenges at me, the more the merrier.
Spider Poem
As promised, however late I am, here is my spider poem - probably not the best thing I have ever written, but I'm just grateful to be writing again. Besides, I kind of like it, I like the bumbling nature of the poem, the over simplified complex structure couple with an end rhyme that has some very stretched rules.
If you enjoy it, let me know - but likewise if you have constructive feedback I'd welcome that too.
Later, I'll be using this poem as one of the sources for a post about editing poetry, so you never know, I may be back with a better version yet - but I still love this one.
Poetry Practice: Day Eleven
My eleventh day of poetry practice, somewhat delayed after first having site issues, and then computer ones to boot. I'm not giving up, and I do have a back log of poetry to post, however I'm at work, so figured I'd write a quick one, and prove I'm still alive.
Disaster of a Dream
Soaring high above the world,
Glorious hue of unadultered blue,
Wisps of clouds stretching far beneath,
Breaks of green, and brown, and blue,
I am free, nothing can ever get to me here.
Feeling secure here, I swirled,
Blinded by beauty, I never had a clue,
My flight is at an end, I fall towards heath,
Panic flairs, my joy now seesm untrue,
I am trapped, falling to my death in fear.
Without warning, I am curled,
My workplace, twisted and strange,
An assault of vaunted ceilings, and a scary bar,
Signs of the office I know in the range,
I flee, this new world is out to get me.
The scene to Birmingham I'm hurled,
All about me recognised in change,
I bump into a scarey person with a scar,
He grabs me, we fall down a derange,
I hold on, he continues to fall free.
©, Jonathan Lawrence 2009
Now just a bit about this poem :
Poetry Practice: Day Ten
My tenth day of writing practice poems to get myself fit for competition.
Today we have one about the weather, which bears no relation to the weather experienced this weekend funnily enough.
Atmosphere Alight
Furous titans battle at the edge,
Tempestuous gods push back,
Might against might
The battle of nature rages.
Hurricanes battle warm fronts,
Thunder and lightening attack,
Atmosphere alight,
Man measures its puny gauges.
Rivers swell breaking banks,
Weather defences seem to lack,
Dangerous sight,
The battle for nature through ages.
Evolution of a Writer
Charmander - beause everyone should be a Pokémon - or something like that
So Charmander gets in a fight, it's against a more powerful Pokémon, though his trainer is sure his Pokémon can handle it.
The battle rages, and indeed in a last ditch effort, Charmander gets the win. The crowds go wild, it's the little pocket monster that could.
Wait, but what's happening now? Why Charmander is glowing, what's going on? Suddenly the glowing shape of a small odd looking lizard is replaced with a larger odd looking glowing lizard, and as the glow fades, Charizard is stood there looking thoroughly chuffed with himself. He's evolved, become a better Pokémon, bigger, stronger, and smarter. Everyone is shocked into a stunned silence. His trainer starts clapping, and soon the auditorium goes nuts.
What's this got to with anything? Well after a fashion I think writers evolution is similar. Certainly my own is, I get stronger very gradually, but every so often I tackle something big - and win. The gradual improvement, the many small lessons learnt, and the sudden influx of effort and challenges pushes me to a new level.
I'll admit, it may be a confidence thing - I'm not a biased judge of my own ability, in the absence of Mr Horobin and Mr Barrand (my English teachers in high school), I can only presume to rate myself.
Every piece I write I get a little better, every review and edit nets me a few more lessons to avoid problems in the future, but every major trial tests everything I've learned, and gives me so many new lessons.
In terms of talent and experience, I evolve into a whole new monster, with new lessons to learn and embrace. I find the end of a piece of work, or project, the most exciting time, and I need to focus on that when the challenge seems too daunting, or I lose the inspiration (will), I have reasons to carry on.
It's true of most things in my life, I'm a far better analyst now than I was four years ago, there are periods of gradual improvement, and those moments where I've jumped to a whole new level.
Now I've turned myself into a fictional firey Japanese lizard, I think the job is done for this post.
P.S. I don't know Pokémon that well, if I've got the evolution wrong, aplogies to the diehard Pokemon fans out there.
Charmander - beause everyone should be a Pokémon - or something like that
