For any of you who are still reading, I feel the need to apologise for the time I’ve spent away.
I have lots of things I want to write, and lots of ideas just waiting to be written… my only excuse is that I’m trying to fit everything in around work and university. But I’m going to get my act together! I promise.
I enjoyed the couple of weeks that I did the Weekend Writing Warriors, and I really want to finish what I started. When I began all those months ago, I had a plan for something short, something that I could use as an exercise in descriptive writing. And I loved it.
I’ve got the Flowers trilogy that I am longing to complete, the plans got mislaid when I moved house, but that doesn’t matter, I’m going to redo them and get it finished. I’ve left Jess on a cliffs edge for far too long.
And I want to be able to write and complete something new, something that hasn’t been sitting in my writing journals forever.
So over the next few weeks I am once again going to transform the way this site looks, I’m going to sort everything out, and I’m going to start posting again. Maybe if I’m lucky I can get ahead of myself with some things.
Today I begin my journey over, one tomorrow I will become a writer.
I want you and you are not here. I pause
in this garden, breathing the colour thought is
before language into still air. Even your name
is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again
and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight
I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer
than the words I have you say you said before.
Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me
with a look, standing here while cool late light
dissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong,
but it still smiles. I hold you closer, miles away,
inventing love, until the calls of nightjars
interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,
into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.
I recently came across this poem and loved it. It’s inspired my idea for Camp Nanowrimo in July… I see a woman desperately in love with a man who couldn’t wait for her any longer.
Here’s to productive camping 🙂
I’m back after a long time away. And you know what? It feels good to be home.
I think my exams went well, I’m hoping they went better. But time will tell and while I wait for the exam results I’m free to write as much as I want. I’ve got about a week before the exam results are due, and while inspiration is around and there is time to spare I shall use it.
There has been little that I have managed to write at all for a while, most of my last nano novel was absolute drivel. I have some solid plans, I just don’t think my head was really willing to cooperate. I’m going to have my plan ready and my diary organized so that I can plan some real writing time into November. I don’t plan on finishing, but I would like to make a good start.
My camping journey has come to a sharp end. Yesterday I received exam results for my first year at University; they aren’t pretty.
I’ve got three exams to resit, and they are scheduled for the end of August; so not much time.
So I end my July camp on a respectable word count of 11625.
I would like to thank all of you who followed me, there will be writing updates throughout the year, not just during nano. But I have to pack away my characters and pull out the textbooks.
see you later.
It’s been a while since my last post, but I’m still here.
I’ve recently started a summer job, working 9 til 9 during the day while is pushing me to draft on paper and type up at the weekend, or whenever I have an afternoon.
I’ve just passed the 10k mark, and I’m hoping that I can catch up with my word count. Although I’m just trying to keep going at the moment, I’ll worry about the word count later. I’ve just added an extra thousand to my word count, and I hope that once I get back to my computer I’ll be able to push that word count up a bit higher. If not there are hundreds of uncounted words in ink sitting quietly in my notebook.
I’ve recently discovered that I can play radio through my iTunes 🙂 so I’ve discovered some new (old) novel writing music.
I grew up listening to my Dad’s vinyl records, listening to echoes of musical past coming from the record player. And I loved it. As I’ve grown I’ve connected more with the Motown era, stretching through the British Invasion and of course Glam Rock.
I never realised how much I missed it, or how many songs knew the words to until I found the songs on CD and radio. I have long wished to have my dad’s record collection, and wished so much to have friends who would understand my musical taste. The ‘old’ stuff isn’t rubbish, it’s what built the foundations for modern music.
So I’m listening to my “Old” music, and writing my novel, and I’m enjoying it.
As I have finally decided what I am going to be writing about. I’m putting together my plans and working out those important facts.
I’m a bit nerdy when it comes to numbers, like birthdays and anniversaries. I like things to add up, and I like them to be consistent. I learned early on that I am bad a stuff like this, unless I manage to write it all down before hand.
Still working on a system for keeping track of everything… if anyone has any good ways, please let me know.
Any how I have three women and three gorgeous stories to write about them. I’m hoping to hit my 50,000 word target.
Completing my exam this morning now means that I have one left to go before I finish University for the summer, and exactally a week before I move back home. It feels wonderful being nearly finished. Although I am currently watching people move out already.
So today’s exam means I’ve sat three of the four. (:
The closer I come to going home the more I find that I might actually miss this place. It’s been nice having a space of my own, with minimal intervention of my parents. I feel free here, and I’m not going to havve much of that feeling back home. But that’s okay. While I’ve been here it feels like my imagination has been locked away, I haven’t had as much time for writing as I would have liked. I think that no matter what I do with my life, I’m always going to be a writer at heart.
It was walking out of the exam hall today that I realised that there are going to be major things which stop me from being able to be my whole creative self when I go home. I’ve got a lot more responsibilities, now that I’ve proved that I can live on my own, some I am going to be expected to do. I can’t be the carefree seventeen year old that I was when I first took part in NaNo.
That’s fine though. It is a part of growing up. I am going to be responsible for me, and for my own future. I can only hope that it will influence my writing for the better.