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A Weird Few Days

A Weird Few Days

Well, it’s been a weird few days. Firstly, I put Fleeting Ink on offer (it’s still free! Until Tuesday, I think, so if you haven’t nabbed it, now’s the time), and had a bunch of downloads. I mean, I don’t think it’s quite edged into double figures yet, but it’s the most interest anyone’s shown in my poetry in a couple of years, so that was exciting. Except it reminded me that I haven’t looked at these poems in… quite…

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Progress And Distractions

Progress And Distractions

It’s been nearly a week since I told you I was rewriting the first Death and Fairies book, so I figured it was time for a progress update. Consistency I’m a fast writer, but I’m also an inconsistent writer. Sure, I can write 5,000 words in an hour, but I’ll only write for one hour, and then I might not write again for a couple of days. Part of this is due to my wrists — some days I have…

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Writing Again

Writing Again

So, I’m writing again. A couple of years ago, that wouldn’t have been news, since I used to adopt a policy of moving straight onto a new project as soon as I finished one. But 2017 has been a bit of a rubbish year for writing. In fact, a few weeks ago I found myself trying to remember if I’d written anything at all, since I didn’t have a 2017 subfolder in my writing folder at all. Then I remembered…

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You Can’t Edit A Blank Page

You Can’t Edit A Blank Page

One of the lies I was told about Cambridge before I started was that although the terms were extremely intense, they were short, and therefore I would have plenty of time to recover in the holidays before I had to do it all again. It’s true that the terms aren’t long, compared to many universities and definitely compared to school. We have eight weeks of teaching at a time, and then substantial breaks. But there is no time to recover,…

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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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Past And Plans

Past And Plans

Did you know, it’s seven years since I joined WordPress? It’s funny — it feels both longer ago than that, and much more recent. For example, I was sure I had a blog before I started NaNoWriMo for the first time, in 2009, but if I didn’t join WordPress until nearly the end of November, I obviously didn’t. Perhaps I created it in the wake of my first year of NaNo success, still riding the high of finishing my first…

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First Drafts And Second Guesses

First Drafts And Second Guesses

I spent a lot of time second-guessing my decision to do NaNoWriMo this year. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense, committing to write fifty thousand words this month when I have multiple essays, dissertation drafts, translations, and other work-related things to do. It would mean I couldn’t read as much, and would generally be one stress more than I needed. I also couldn’t face the thought of failing. I have never lost NaNo, not since I was thirteen…

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Rejection Questions

Rejection Questions

I intended my next blog post to be a more detailed account of my trip to Ireland, and for it to follow soon after the last one. As ever when I try and plan blog posts, that didn’t happen. The last few days have been overwhelmingly hot, and I couldn’t face being on my computer long enough to transfer all my pictures, so I decided I would blog from my phone about Pitch Wars instead, and about my writing plans…

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Butterflies And Planning

Butterflies And Planning

It seems like covering one of my walls with plot notes paid off: I finally finished the third draft of Butterfly of Night on Friday night. Well, Saturday morning, really, since it was about 2am by the time I finally wrote ‘The End’. Except I wrote ‘Fino’ because the book uses Esperanto for chapter headers and so on. And it wasn’t really a case of ‘finally’, since I’d only been working on it for 22 days (or 23 if you…

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Walls Full Of Plot

Walls Full Of Plot

I am not, and have never really been, what you might call a ‘plotter’. Or to use George RR Martin’s analogy, I’m not an architect. I’m not the kind of writer who sits down with a spreadsheet or a file full of notes or even an outline, knowing before I start exactly what I’m going to do and then doing it with minimal changes. I would go as far as to say I’m not even really a gardener, if we’re…

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