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Writing To Live

Writing To Live

I was getting the itch to write the other day. I always get it at inconvenient times, like during exams or when my hands are not physically working or, like now, when I have three essays due in the space of a week and my shoulder is in spasm so I can’t lift my left arm or turn my head properly without severe pain. It creeps up on me and it can’t be ignored, because it takes over my thoughts…

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Thinking Is The Hardest Part Of Writing

Thinking Is The Hardest Part Of Writing

The most exhausting aspect of writing is how much thinking it involves. Recently I’ve been working on a second draft of my novel Bloodied Wings, trying to resolve some structural problems and improve the plot as well as working generally on character and prose. It’s taken me possibly longer than any other book, due to a period of writer’s block in the middle and the constraints of university on my time: I started the draft on the first of November,…

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No Justice, No Peace

No Justice, No Peace

In the summer of this year I was working on a novel about assassins and found myself unable to continue with it, putting it aside because the situation in Ferguson hit a little too close to home, and I couldn’t justify working on that book at that time. I went back to it. I finished the first draft. My NaNo project this year is rewriting it to make it better, but once again, I am faced with a decision about…

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Get Me Out Of My Head

Get Me Out Of My Head

Oh. I should post. This blog is a thing. Suddenly you see why I posted three or four times a week over the summer — not because I had a lot to say, but because I had nothing else to do. Now that I’m embroiled in university, I could have a thousand post ideas and you still wouldn’t actually get to read them. This place is stealing every second of my time. Which means that NaNoWriMo this year is, for…

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Structurally Unsound Stories

Structurally Unsound Stories

You know I said I finished the first draft I was writing the other day? Well, I know it’s standard practice not to immediately set about reading it through to see what you did wrong, but hey, I like to remember what I actually wrote so that when I get beta comments I know what they’re talking about. Therefore, on Thursday evening I set about reading the whole book through. Oh man. It’s not terrible. I mean, if you subtract…

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The End Of All Things

The End Of All Things

(Well, the end of my summer, a novel, a poetry collection, and my patience with formatting and synopses, anyway.) I think it’s finally hitting me that I leave for uni at the end of next week, because I’m suddenly realising how many things I haven’t done or finished that I meant to do this summer. My Buffy watching has been appalling intermittent, and with only a week and a half to go I haven’t even finished season three, and as…

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Adapt Or Despair

Adapt Or Despair

Every time I think my hands are better, they get worse again. A couple of weeks ago I’d finally reached the point where I felt able to, well, do things. Type without constantly worrying it would hurt; write by hand whenever it felt like it. Illuminate a manuscript, paint a glass tea-light holder, play the fiddle for the first time in about a year. And okay, so my wrists still hurt sometimes and I knew I had to be careful,…

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