Story Comp.

Flicking through one of the smaller papers and noticed they are running a short story competition. I have one or two lying around in the depths of my hard drive that I might be able to enter. It´s definetly a small comp, not million dollar book deals here. The judges are Professors of Creative Writing and I wonder if my stories will be too ´mainstream´for them..

Has anyone ever entered a story comp before? Is it worth it?

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Love this photo. A late night phone call from an outer suburban phone booth, crying into a bottle of red.

There´s a book in it. Better make that a short story...

Out with the old and in with the new.

Julia Gillard - Australian Prime Minister

Woke up this morning to discover that Australia has a new Prime Minister! That´s something that doesn´t happen everyday. Wonder if she ( our first female Prime Minister too)  can win the election later this year?

China

An opportunity has come up to for me to work in China at the end of the year. I´ve worked with a lot of Chinese in the past and I have always wanted to go. The Harbin Ice Festival ( pictured above) is probably one of things I want to see most, probably because I come from a corner of the world where it barely rains, let alone snows! Tsingtao beer is another movitating factor - love that stuff.

Apart from the obvious attraction of a real winter with snow and ice, I am really keen to get overseas again.  I see a lot of backpackers loitering around train stations and bus stops here in the city and I am really envious of them. However, being settled does have its advantages - no bed bugs being a notable one.

More details to follow on that development.

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The book goes on. It´s over a third written and 70% planned. The final 30 percent of the planning still haunts me in my sleep. Not sure how it´s going to end.

 I´ve really got into reading other peoples´ blogs and some have mentioned this - National Novel Writing Month  or NaNoWriMo which is still a mouthfull. Basically  the aim through November  is for participants write a  completlely new, totally original novel.  Firstly, what a cool idea. I am sure there´s loads of support with other writers too. Secondly - I might be in China writing a novel in a month and it would be freezing so even more reason to write!

The rabbit warren

Today for the first time in about a month, I can see the light.


I´ve emerged from a rabbit´s warren after turning, nose first, down every dark and damp deadend with the novel plot. 

I sat down today and looked at the once feared story arc and realised:

The main character does have an aim strong enough to pull through the crisis.

The antagonist is hell bent on not letting that happen.


It´s funny how after so much struggle - reworking ideas and straining your mind to come up with new ones , the answer can just be there.

It´s all above ground from now , following the reinforced story arc all the way to the end!

May

It´s 5.47pm and pitch black outside.

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This weekend I finished Richard Flanagan´s ´Death of a River Guide´.  Flanagan is one of my favourite authors and possibly my favourite Australian writer. This book was his first fiction book and is a pretty impressive debut. Landscape plays an important role in any story and Flanagan has this ability to paint Tasmania, where most of his books are set, in this eden like light. Lush, green, but also captivating and mysterious.

´Death of a River Guide´ touches on elements of Magic Realism which is a passion of mine.

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My characters are developing and I am looking for little kooky traits that would suit their personalities. It´s quite interesting brainstorming habits, vices and obssesions for them and makes me think alot about human behaviour.  How does the ex smoker react to a whiff of smoke floating from a next door office or the control freak comes to grips with a series of poor decisions they haven´t been able to remedy?

I´ve also decided to aim for a novel of 85,000 words. It was never my intention to write some epic saga that runs through reams of print, but to have a contained story with a hell of a punch.  It´s a great feeling to be able to look at my own word count and plot it against my goal.  It makes me feel like I am in control of the book more than it is of me. ( not a control freak!)

I am aiming for an equally sized beginning and end ( 15,000 words each) and the bulk (55,000 - if you´re not good at maths ) for the muddle / middle.

Chipping away at this project, I have written bits from all parts. I think this is another good strategy as if I am bored, lost or frustrated with a character or situation - I can just move to another part, pick up the baton and run. The only downside to this might be a lot more editing at the end, but I am expecting a fair bit anyway.

With that said, it´s back to the story.

You in a book.

Before writing, I´d notice little things like funny conversations on the bus or odd things on the street. Sometimes I´d note them , but most of the time they would just slip from my mind. Lately that´s changed and I feel a renewed curiousity towards everything. Writing is a great way to improve your skills of observation of the world, but also a vessel in which to observe yourself.


Currently a character of mine is reflecting on a moment spent repairing a car with his father. Like a flash of light, the images of my own childhood came back. Trying to work these into the story without being too real is an interesting challenge. Autobiographies, as a genre of book, have never really interested me. In the past, I have found them to be too dry and heavily scripted. The person usually comes off as a lighter shade of themself. However, I like the idea of introducing autobiographical elements to work.


Where do you fit in your work? Should your work be somewhat autobiographical or does there need to be distance between the writer and their work?

The character without a purpose

This is a big no no as I have read.  Although off the page, mysteries abound, none can be left in the story.  Everything has its reason and purpose.

I wanted a character to wander as we do in real life. We  all stroll, get lost and ,hopefully ,don´t end up in a ditch.  The writing gurus shake their heads in unison. ´Motive´  they chant.  You would think finding a motive for every character would be simple. There would be those characters who want to be loved or avenged etc, but what happens to those who don´t know what they want?

This is where the gurus and I differ. Our real world is filled with those who are half sure or not completely sold on the idea or situation. The question is -  how do you factor them into writing?

The Battle of the How To Writes

The story is firmly moored like a boat at a pier, bobbing in the waves , as at least one of my major characters, is throwing up overboard. The other characters are firmly in their seats, ready for push off on their journey.

All that is missing now is plot structure. There is a beginning and and end, but what´s between? I´ve been reading a lot of fiction lately by writers I enjoy and I am puzzled by how to make the middle not so much of a transit lounge on the way to the end.

So I have enlisted some help from How To Write gurus. At first, I was cautious. For starters, I have never heard of any of them. Sure, they might know how to write a book, it doesn´t mean any of them have actually sold very well. Keeping in mind this was a little experiment, I cleared my mind of doubt and began to read.

´Novel Writing - Sixteen Steps to Success´by Evan Marshall is concise, blunt and well planned. Marshall offers an interesting technique that centres heavily on planning every minute action of the character´s interactions, thoughts and development - all this before allowing you to begin writing a word of your story. I liked this book so I hit the photocopier the next day to copy his template and got cracking.

But I, like a child with chocolate, was tempted too much. I fell of the wagon, so to speak, and began writing away with the story. I also went back to the library to see if any other writers advocated this approach.

´The Writer´s Little Helper´by James V. Smith Jr. was standing on the shelf. I was guided to it by a compass as it was the polar opposite of Marhsall´s book. It appears to be the Rubrix Cube of writing books with its design meaning you need to flick through various sections back and forth to make sense of it. Another difference is that it doesn´t not promote any real planning beyond a handful of key scenes. Not every thought , feeling or itch that a character has - just guts is important.


I fall somewhere between the two. I like the planning, but it also frustrates me. I want to turn my mind to cruise control and bang out the book, but I also love a well written story.

I´ve decided to take the advice of both authors on board and plot along out to sea with my characters. In my hand is a map, like the first European explorers used to navigate Australia. On one side there is a well mapped coast filled with reefs, jutting peninsulas and beaches. The other side disappears into the blankess of the page.

Here´s hoping there´s no end of the earth lurking around the next bend.

Young Adult vs Adult Fiction.

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Some where between these perhaps?

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Just busy writing away and thinking about the divide between young adult and adult fiction.

My protagonist is young ( early twenties) and the story is a coming of age story. Although there are older characters, the story centres on the life and times of the lead and friends growing up and finding themselves in the world. On this basis alone, I think it leads towards young adult fiction.

Now, there is no intention to litter the story with sex, drugs or violence but I don´t feel as if it is a story I would share with a 16 year old, even though most teenagers would relate to it.

Is there a definite divide between the two genres or is there some kind of middle ground? Would it be too ambitious to market an idea like this to a purely adult audience who might find certain parts rather juvenile?

New year, new project.

To be writing my first post for 2010 on the 11th of March is probably a little slack. Sorry.

I have moved back to Adelaide and am now working. You would think with all my free time, I would have updated this blog.You would have thought wrong.

It´s funny how things impact your life. I really wanted to develop this blog, but I guess other things got in the way.

Well now I am back. Back to square 1. Back to basics. Back.

This year is all about writing for me. Writing, improving on my writing and learning about how the writing industry works.

At the moment, I am tinkering with an idea. It´s in gestation and the moment and I am predicting the birth of a book at sometime in the near future. I have never been so focussed and it seems everytime there is an opportunity to sit down, I am back onto the idea again.

I will be linking a lot of writing resources that I have found in the last couple of months to this blog and if you are out there and tapping away at a major piece, I´d like to hear about it.

Sia

A quick break from some last minute study.

I love Sia. She´s originally from Adelaide, she has an amazing voice and seems to be completely mental.

It´s great when you come across an artist with a bit of spark and originality.

As you can see , her latest cd ´Some people have real problems´ is very adaptly named in modern times.

Find her on youtube.com.

Catch up.

Although it was a while ago - I thought I´d upload at least one picture from the States.

Just three major assignments and one week seperate me from finishing this Masters. Counting down the days seems to be an understatement.

I´ve moved back from Melbourne to Adelaide, where I am from originally and have already found a job. No more poor student life for me , ever. Not a materialistic person by any stretch, but how I´ve missed money and the agency it gives.

This is round 3 for me living in Adelaide. Two years ago I would have said two rounds too many, but it has been great so far - that said, I have only been back for a week. The weather and the beach have both been great after a winter in Melbourne spent under a slate sky and hiding in doorways to escape the rain.

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On a completely seperate note, I thought I would have my first gripe of this blog and it is firmly directed at the saturation of the marketplace here in Australia with all things breast cancer related.

Before I begin, breast cancer is tragic and the Pink Ribbon campaign is rightly raising funds for research into it, but I can´t help but feel a litle disturbed at how many companies are coming up with products or modifying their own products in the aim of promoting breast cancer / Pink Ribbon awareness.

From TicTac

To bottled water:

To paper towels:

It seems that everyone in on the bandwagon and that makes me think: How bankable is charity?

The Pink Ribbon campaign is incredibly well known here in Australia. Is this an attempt to sincerely sponsor the charity or boost sales?

Will we ever see the same attention paid to other cancers such as prostate, testicular or colon for example?

This month is Movember (http://www.movember.com/) which aims to raise funds and awareness of mens health as well as mental illness (http://www.beyondblue.org.au/). Movember encourages men to grow a moustache for one month while attracting sponsorship from friends, family and colleagues etc..

If even 5% of the attention could be redistributed to other cancers and causes then there would

a good chance of really promoting awareness and hopefully saving lives.

Just a thought.

Road Trip

Since being back in Australia, I´ve missed my friends. One in particular.

We always had this plan to do a road trip and after thinking too much about it, I have decided that I am going to go. So I´m set. I am flying to L.A in the first week of September for two weeks.

I want to go out into the desert and visit some of the amazing sights. Monument Valley and Zion National Park are high on my list. I´ve been to the States before and although I didn´t really think much of the place before I went , I soon began to love it. The scenery is amazing.

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On another note, my long time unrequented love called me on Skype the other day just for a chat and although I am very happy in my current relationship, I couldn´t help but feel an old fire stirring.

I let how I felt slip the last time we spoke and that was met with awkwardness.

We never had, or will have a relationship ,so how can it have that effect?

How can I , who have convinced myself that I have come so far, be instantly brought back to where I was before?

How cold it has become.

Sitting in my flat with teeth chattering has made me realise just how cold it has become over the last couple of days. I live in Melbourne, which is infamous for slate grey winter skies and streets packed full of black swaying coats as people hustle up and down them.

This winter and the rain it brings are exactly what Australia hungers for at the moment and although it is cold and my teeth do chatter, I don´t mind that much.

This month is my semester break and I am taking the opportunity to work everyday I can. I am saving my money for an overseas adventure at the end of the year. Latin America, particularly Chile, Peru ,Bolivia and Argentina are high on the agenda and I just need to get some pesos together.

On the story front, two of the short stories I had finished were met with praise from my friends who also write. They said I need to fix a few things here and there. I should have been happy with this, but alas I am not. Perfectionism for me is somewhat of a vice and the idea of rewriting sections and editing do not sit very well. I think it is a lesson that I will need to learn..

I´ll add it to a growing list.

Crash

Late Sunday night my friend offered to give me a lift to the train station.

We had spent the whole weekend catching up and he gave me a lot of good advice - advice that I had probably ignored too long to be honest. It was the kind of advice that once your hear it, it echoes throughout your mind for weeks on end, bumping and reverberating until finally it settles.

It was advice about taking chances.

Then sitting in the car, I was flashing back to our conversation earlier that night when we hit a semitrailer as we merged lanes. It was the result of a spilt second decision. An serious error based on a thought conjured up in a nanosecond.

The car skidded and slide across the road under the momentum of the trailer until we went up onto the pavement and luckily neither of us or the truck driver were injured. It could have been very serious if some other variables ( the location of street lights and fences for example) had come into play.

So much for taking chances. How can such small actions sometimes have such big consequences?

Facebook demons

My policy towards Facebook has bent and swayed from time to time but today I have come to the realisation that I, do in fact , detest it.

It´s vapid and showy.

Then , on a second thought realised that it was indeed a lot of my ´friends´that I don´t like on facebook or in the real world.

People have moved on and changed, or they haven´t . Either way I want to cut some of the ties that have binded me to them.

I have started a part time job while I studying and I am going out for the first time for dinner with my co workers. I am looking forward to the idea of meeting new people and developing a new set of friends.

This last year has been a simple but constant repitition of a theme - start, finish, end and new.

.. and as they all rushed forward over the ridge to claim what was now theirs , they, for the first time saw what it really was. The barrenness that now greeted them, put a lot of things into perspective, the value of a name and another the mentality of the masses.

Turning to each other, they realised what a dangerous combination they were.

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I should be doing my assignments. This I know, but to be honest, I am not finding this degree particularly interesting.

Welcome to my very theoritical Masters. Sometimes I wonder if anyone has actually worked in the field at all. Soon I must write a research proposal. My Masters is not actually research based and this research task will never actually be researched. But it makes one of my lecturers feel a bit important. So why not? Bang it into the compulsory subjects list.

Maybe I should drop out.I had thought about it, but seeing as I have already invested the money into it and I know that a nice, shiny new Masters from this University will go along way in my area - it is just a matter of plouging through it.

In class , I look around and see the foreign students who are , for the most part, paying a fortune for this course. The smell of easy money wafts down the faculty corridors.

This degree and others, it seems have been plastered together in an animate form to create what can only be described as a cash cow and is the University milking it!

All this aside - life goes on. I am now working and I love it.

The relationship grows and strengthens as it takes its course. Around it all , for me at least, it this newly acquired sense of vulnerablity. This is a first for me. Being in control has always been my goal and now to let it slide a little from my hands and meet someone elses in the middle, is a strange sensation.

We are different people. Completely different. Reflecting on this , it is an exciting challenge, but it is also an obstacle of sorts.

Oh well, let´s see..

all is new

I got into university. I am studying now.

I moved to a new city. I am living there now.

Below this apartment, the traffic roars.

I met someone amazing. I´m not going to add more.

I am pinching myself to see if this is really real now.

Once again it is the famine or the feast. Out of the blue all of these things have come together. This pattern seems to repeat itself with regular occurance in my life.

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It rained the other day. The first time it has rained since I have been back in Australia. Months. I missed it a lot.

Sitting in a quiet pub in suburban Dublin talking to my friends and telling them how as a child I used to get excited by the prospect of it raining, I would watch my friend´s amazement. It rained nearly every day while I lived in Dublin. It´s taken for granted. But this week, like an enthused child, I lay out on a inner city balcony , back against the wall and legs in the rain - just like I did as a youngster and it felt just as good.

Stay -and- go

From stay or go to stay and go.

I´ve applied for post graduate study here in Australia. It´s something that I have wanted to do for a while, but being me, I had been putting it off .

So now is my chance. I am going to do it.

But not here, I am leaving my city. If I am going to be back in Australia, then why not experience another city? It´s my comprimise for returning in the first place.

I´m going to work while I study and travel in my breaks.

There you go ...

Stay and go.

Mending Fences.

I have caught up with a lot of my old friends and in the years that have past it seems that there have been a couple of incidents. In the backcatalogue of our group there seems to be some dents and scratches that weren´t there before. I didn´t want to pry - let sleeping dogs lie, but I must admit I was curious as to why some people now behave in a different way when they are around some of our other mutual friends.
It seems perspective can be as much of a hinderance as it is a gift and although some people may ask for your advice, they really don´t want to hear it. Maybe it is just that as we get older things seem a bit more complex now. I don´t know.
I would like to think that because I have missed out on the goingons I could play a role to help mend some fences.