October 19, 2011
Writing my book is difficult in a number of ways.
I am not well practised in the art of writing and I am not well practised in the art of touching my emotions.
As you can imagine these two combined terrify me. How can something be worth reading if both of these aspects of the work are defective.
I know I am not stupid so I have to trust that the way I write is good enough for, well, people who might read what I am writing.
As the the emotional part. This is something that I am working on each time I sit down to put my fingers on the keyboard. The depths of the things I have buried emotionally, not mentally, is unknown. I don’t bury any memories. Just feelings. Touching the emotions, is something I hope will increase with time.
I have been accused of being cold in my style of wiring. So hopefully that will change.
I can never imagine me in floods of tears over my keyboard however!
September 20, 2011
I have just started writing my book again. This must be the hundredth time I have begun this undertaking. I hope that progress is a little more forth coming this time round. I must have 10’s of different beginnings to what I am attempting to write littering my numerous backup discs and dropbox.
I can never bring myself to reread these failed attempts due to the fact I don’t like my writing. Style or way of putting down my content.
I guess you can call this a bit of a problem for a wannabe writer. But why should this stop me? I’ll march on again.
July 22, 2009
The title of this post is borrowed from the prolific Stephen King’s non-fiction of the same title. In it he waxes lyrical on the art of writing and his life.
I have started a new book and as always, when I begin, I strike upon an impasse.
The book is to be a biography and the layout is my blockade. I can’t decide if a linear or topical structure would work best.
In the mean time I will continue to scratch out thoughts and fragments that will hopefully be usable when the decision is finalised.
September 23, 2008
I was taking stock of what I am currently reading yesterday and came to the conclusion that it is close to 15 books in total now, ranging from three audio books, all biographies. Then old school paper books. There is a biography of Shakespeare, one of London, two books on general philosophy, another compilation of Nietzsche, a book about Sylvia Plath, one about the torture committed by American Soldiers in Iraq on civilians. There are a few others but I can’t think off the top of my head without looking. On the plus side I finished two yesterday, another biography of Shakespeare and a Bill Bryson. Ah yes, still reading the book on the moon landings. My point is that I need to cut down to four or five books at a time only. It’s not that it’s confusing, it’s just hard finding the time to read them all regularly.
Other news? I have written a fair amount of my book and it seems and feels like it is going well. Haven’t had chance to write today though as it was my daughters first birthday! I’m going to update her site tomorrow with pictures and maybe some video I took with the camcorder. It seems so much longer than a year since I held this tiny little person in my arms for the first time. Now she is such a little lady!
September 3, 2008
I have been quietly writing for some time now. If you follow this blog on a regular basis you will know that I have had some of my works of poetry published in books, magazines and newspapers.
This however is a different project. My first proper novel. I have attempted this writing process before but have always left it near the beginning. I think I found it too daunting. But thus far I have written an ample introduction / preface and am well in to chapter 1.
I guess I will find out if I have the will and, or staying power soon enough.