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Yes, it’s a bit quiet

I’ve a stack of things I want to write about…

…little elf’s best friend a week

…dudelet’s James Bond habit and the perils of GameCube meltdowns

…the new Broooooce album (though I did tweet a song by song as-it-happens review earlier

…a large pile of books

…my struggle to translate and re-structure draft 3.5 of the work-in-progress via index cards

and so on and on.

But I have this ‘anti-job’ interview to get through and its swallowing up my processing capacity like a black hole swallows light and gravity (or a really beastly mixed metaphor swallows one’s will to live, come to think of it. Sorry about that).

Anyway, it’ll all be over by Thursday evening and normal service will be resumed.


Insecure Writers Support Group #2

Oh God. Is it January already? Beneath the impact of re-draft 3 (or is it 3.5? I’m losing count), getting married, buying and selling a house, bored and house-bound children and the insanity of my day job, I somehow let December slip.

So here’s an offering for the rainiest week this winter.

The mission statement of this writers blogging support group (mediated by Alex J. Cavanaugh) runs

The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer – aim for a dozen new people each time.

So do I have any struggles or triumphs? Well, the re-draft is at 95% and I can almost envisage (on the other side of revision) a readable draft for beta readers. The other minor triumph, even though I got told off for forgetting to post there too, was taking part in the November First Five Pages at Adventures in YA and Children’s Publishing. Most of the incredibly generous feedback I got tactfully pointed out flaw after dreadful flaw – invaluable given the intense redrafting I was working through – and the praise was equally generous. Even the odd comment I disagreed with pushed me to think twice about why I was doing something and change or review it accordingly. Great blog, great workshop.  You should check it out.

OK, off to do the catching up with other insecure writers. Mainstream blogging (I’ve missed you!) recommences when I’m back from a business trip to Dublin on Saturday.

Update: Wi-fi in this hotel crawls. So, sorry, but the commenting-on-other-writers-blogs will have to wait till Friday night, plane permitting.


Insecure Writers Support Group

I’ve been tip-toeing around the edges of the writers blogging thing for a while now so I suppose this represents walking in at least up to my waist. The mission statement of this writers blogging support group (mediated by Alex J. Cavanaugh) runs

The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer – aim for a dozen new people each time.

I’m not sure if I have any fears that I’ve conquered – I spend too much worrying whether anything I do is good enough, let alone my writing – but I can certainly shout encouragement!

Encouragement I’d shout this week refers to the notorious NaNoWriMo. Now I’m not taking part officially but I am using it as a great jumping-off point to break the back of the current draft of my work in progress. 1,667 words a day for 30 days should take me through to the end of it with a few thousand left over for scrapping a few chapters and starting over. So I’d shout encouragement at anyone using NaNoWriMo to tackle writing a book for the first time, caution that the hard work will start in December and ask if anyone else is twisting it to their own devious purposes…


Oh God, I don’t know…

Friend: Do you still listen to music the way you did when you were a teenager?

Me: Yes. Absolutely. More so.

Friend: How?

Me: I don’t know.

***

Dudelet: You aren’t an author. You write into a computer.

Me: I might not be an author but I’m a writer.

Dudelet: You aren’t a writer, you use a computer. That’s not writing.

Me: I pour words into blank white spaces, even on a computer.

Dudelet: You’re still not a writer.

***

[Dad Who Writes, alone in his office after a short, unofficial office party. He is listening to the Jim Carroll Band playing ‘People Who Died’]

Dad Who Writes: Time to go home.

[Hits publish. Switches off computer. Leaves.]