80 Post Challenge – Post 18


Write about something you now know that you wish you knew earlier in life. How could this knowledge have helped you?


This should be simple enough. I had inklings, when I was younger, of what I wanted to do with me life. Hints that made me work hard in school, pay attention to teachers, do my homework (mostly) and study for exams. I wanted to be a nurse first of all, then I wanted to be a vet. Being a vet held out for years and years and years, probably until the start of GCSEs actually and then I got a bit stuck. So I went through uni (eventually) and picked a subject that I knew I would enjoy; Geology.

Problem is, at that point, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be a writer. This might feel like something of a cop-out answer to this question, but do try to stay with me here. I’ve talked before about writing from a very early age and RPGs and so on. But I never knew then that I wanted to make a career out of it. I knew that I wanted to write a book and get it published. That was all. Now… however many years on I know that it isn’t just something I want to do because its cool; its the career I want. Professional writer of fantasy and vamp-fiction. That is what I want. And I feel that if I had known that before I went to university I might have put up a stronger fight when picking the degree subject I wanted.

My first instinct was creative writing. I didn’t care where it would take me, or what it involved, but I wanted to do creative writing. I was 18, writing was cool, I was preparing to approach agents again and I had a version of Silk Over Razor Blades which, at the time, I was happy with. But long, drawn out conversations with my parents made me think about it more. What do you do with a BA in creative writing (hehee, Avenue Q)? Where does it take you? What doors does it open? At that point I knew too little about the publishing world and what fields actually require writers that I couldn’t come up with an answer. And that frightened me. I didn’t know where I was going to end up after university; it didn’t seem wise to me, to choose a degree that might leave me in a hole with nowhere to go.

So… I picked Geology. That lead to some weird conversations, again with my parents who couldn’t understand where Geology would take me either. But it was easy enough to answer those questions; city councils, oil companies, house corporations, even police agencies make use of geologists. Not necessarily the earth history part, but understanding the earth’s motions and habits and what moves where to make valuable mineral or oil deposits; that’s stuff everyone wants to know about. So I felt safe in taking that as a degree subject.

Half way through I knew I didn’t want a career in geology. I knew that I wanted to write for a living. Not just writing a book, experiencing crazy luck like some authors out there and making a few million from one tome. No, no, I wanted to write tens and tens of books, publishing them all, growing a following, having book signings, talking to fans, interviewing on radio stations and brining my take on various folk lore tales and urban myths to the fore. That is what I wanted.

Its now six years after I finished my degree. With the proof of Clash Of The Animal Kings, I am closer than ever to the goal I had way back when I was twelve; publishing a book for other people to read. As well as this, with a completed synopsis for Silk Over Razor Blades and my enquiry letter down, I’m just two steps away from beginning to approach agents again, only this time with a product I know for a fact has a place in the market and will sell wonderfully, if only someone will give it a chase. If I had known nine years ago that it was possible to get to this stage, I would have taken the creative writing course. It might not have helped, at least not insofar as taking me straight into a writing job, instead of where I am currently (though I do a lot of writing in my current role), but it might have given me early contact to writing groups, other authors, bloggers, and people of a similar interest that I might have learned what I’m capable of a whole lot sooner.

There we are. Perhaps not the sort of answer you were looking for, but I am a writer; this blog is about writing. I do try to link back to the core of this site as and when I can. ^_^

 

 

 

 

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Book Review: Chasing The Dime


Author: Michael Connelly
Title: Chasing The Dime
Genre: Thriller
ISBN: 0-75284-980-8
‘Henry Pierce has just moved in to a new apartment but the first time he checks his phone messages he discovers that someone had the number before him. The messages are for a woman named Lilly – and she is in some kind of serious trouble.’


This was another of those books I picked up a while ago for £1 each. The Grave Tattoo was another of those, but this was something special.

For some reason, the idea of being so suddenly and firmly linked to a stranger is oddly gripping. Some woman you have never met before and you immediately swept up and gathered into her life by a slew of phone calls. Well… you’ve seen Phone Booth right? Wait, what do you mean no! Hurry up and watch it if you haven’t, at the very least to enjoy Colin Farrell getting progressively dirtier, sweatier and sexier as he speaks on the phone.

Anyway…

Henry Pierce is just a normal guy who gets pulled into something far bigger and far nastier than he might ever have imagined. From the first irritating phone call he takes right up to the final, face off, he is forced to make decisions utterly alien to his comfortable, well organised life. Very soon he is racing to save not only the life of a complete stranger, but his own too.

Connelly has written a book with a classy mix of mystery, suspense and danger with a good strong pace that never quite slows. Just when you think there might be something of a breather, there’s a new twist, be it large or small, that made me cry ‘Damnit Pierce; you’re screwed now!’

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80 Post Challenge – Post 17


List 3 things that went right (or wrong) today.


Hmm… okay. Well I can probably do both, just to cheat a little bit. We’ll see how far I’ve gotten after I’ve done the three things that went right today.

Right: One
Stick Men At Table from OpenClipArtI got through my interview. It was agonising and, as soon as I was done in that room I thought of all the other things I could have said, but that’s always the way. I still feel that I was able to answer the questions in a suitably full fashion and due to the nature of the role I was applying for, I’m not concerned that the interview itself only took twenty minutes when I was expecting sixty. Truth be told, there wasn’t too much more I could have added to what I said during the course of the interview, so all I need to do now is wait for Friday and see what happens.

Right: Two
I solved a couple of items in my queues at work that were taking a phenomenally long time to sort through. I had a flash last week, like instinct, telling me to ask a particular person about the problem I was having. Something in my head just told me that he was the best equipped. But I didn’t chase up on it. Today, while speaking to the helpdesk it quickly became plain that they were not going to be able to give me the information I needed, despite being told by several people that these were the folk I needed to talk to. So… I went back to my instinctive thought of last week and poked the chap who sits just two seats ahead of me. Low and behold, not only does he immediately understand what I’m talking about, but he has the other end of the query and is working back towards me. Ha! Its another indication of how much I should trust my instincts in the workplace; first thought often proves best.

Right: Three
I calmed the hell down. After my agonising night of not quite sleeping well enough because of interview worry, waking up early and all around being miserable, I was able to come home and chill. I was able to apologise to my partner for being a major grump (yes, that is the word I used) and cook a nice dinner when I got back. I might have over done the jerk seasoning just a lil bit, but it made for some damn pleasant pork chops. Oooh yeah. 😀 More than that, I’ve had another chance to step back and assess how good my life is now and how much of that is because of my partner. And how much I don’t want to fuck it up! o.O So… something I never managed to do in previous relationships, but if I know I’ve made a mistake, I’ll not only say so, but I’ll apologise too. And even that makes me feel good inside; it means I’m growing as a person.

Hmm… okay that was a little too easy. In fact, that last one has put me in such a good space that I’ll probably have trouble thinking of bad things. Aaah well, here it goes!

Wrong: One
I haven’t been online today. Not properly; not to check my emails, work this site, manage comments and the like. I was so wrapped up in the interview prep that I haven’t done any of my usual morning work, which usually involves checking out statistics from the day before and readying myself for what I’m going to write next. In fact, today has been something of a day off which, though I think I needed it, has put me behind a little. It will be interesting to see how my stress levels deal with making that back. Though I guess writing this entry is a good start.

Wrong: Two
Panda under an umbrella from OpenClipArtGetting around. It was wet today. I mean really wet. Wet to the point that the second I took off on my bike I was soaked straight through and the moisture all but killed my brakes. The bike just doesn’t respond as well in the wet which means that on my route this afternoon, which is mostly downhill, I spent a lot of time blinking and frantically tugging at my brakes and realising that I’m not slowing down. All of my journeys today were somewhat slower than they needed to be, because I had to be sure I could stop in time for potential hazards. Normally I love the downhill sections of my ride; today it was just a pain in the ass. In fact, going up hill was actually nice!

Wrong: Three
Linked to item one, I suppose, I haven’t done any writing today. Well, except for this. I did work on Clash Of The Animal Kings a little bit during lunch, but nothing worth writing home about. So not only am I behind on maintaining the online gaff (including The Ice Wolf Tavern) but my actual writing is suffering too. I need to get back onto some sort of schedule; I need to be stricter with myself about what I do and when I do it. It was a week ago that I got my synopsis and cover letter ready and about the same time that I sent enquiry emails to those agencies about who to submit work to. A week later and I’ve done nothing since. Its not good. In fact, its making me twitchy.

So there you have it. Three things right and wrong today! Looking at it, I wonder if I’m moaning for no reason. I mean I can think of several scenarios where someone might write a list like this and the only good thing would be that they didn’t die. Or they would have to include things like a tsunami knocked my house flat, or my car hit a tree and left me in traction. All things considered, I’m pretty damn lucky if that is all I have to complain about.

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My (Very) Busy Weekend


Sorry its taken so long! But here’s what I got up to this weekend; all interesting stuff I promised.

Friday
After racing out of work to make sure I was home in time, I had a chance to fix my bike (again!) and peddle down to the Peepul Centre with my partner. We were on the guest list for Mainstream Partnership Showcase Event. It actually started while I was at work, but I was able to go there afterwards and pick up on some of the acts. It was a fabulous showing of what people can do.

We arrived in time to see Mellow Baku and I’ve always loved her singing. She has an absolutely incredible voice and to hear her fill that space with her words and her passion was just wonderful. She gives a lot of herself into her music and her singing, you can see it with every word and she’s always an absolute pleasure to watch.

Then up was the Centre for Indian Classical Dance (CICD). I know my partner has done some work with the woman who runs them before, but I’ve not seen any of their work live. They did a nice section of classical Indian dancing, with all the hand gestures and delicate movements of the feet and legs. Then suddenly the music kicked up a gear and it was bangra and I was bouncing around in my seat. I love dancing at the best of times, but, because its so different from any dancing I’ve ever done, I love it all the more.

LALELA was next; a dance group rooted firmly in the traditions of Zimbabwe. Another group that had me bouncing around and trying to sing along. I don’t know any of the dialects, Umoja for instance is from other parts of Africa, but they feel similar enough that I wanted to try. Bright green and red skirts with shells forming bracelets around the ankles and drums to pick out a lively rhythm. Another act I’d like to see again if I could; they could use a little polish, but one they have that, they’ll be drawing people in. They’re a very funny, bubbly group of girls.

Petria Bistran is from Romania. And when he asked the crowd if we’d ever been there and we said ‘no,’ he said it was all right, he had come to us. Straight away I knew I’d like him. He even managed to make breaking his ‘last G string’ funny, though he did have to borrow Mellow’s guitar afterwards. Long notes, spontaneous giggles and lively music (even the sad ones), all with a lovely Romanian accent that had me pay attention. He’s based in Nottingham now, I believe, but I hope he makes it to Leicester again.

A step away from music for a second to spoken word. Poetry. Steven Silverman. Now I’ve seen this guy before; I think it was St George’s day and he was in that restaurant near Curve with the big glass doors. For my life I can’t remember what its called, but I saw him there and listened to him and thought; ‘heeeeeeey.’ I like this guy a lot; his style, at least to me, is playful, body aware and – dare I say it – sexy (gasp!). He performs not just with his voice, but with his hands, his face and his hips. Tiny little shimmies or a flick of the hair, all designed to give extra weight to the words his speaking with a fast-paced rhythm that honestly feels like it should have drums to it. And there were a couple of pieces that did have backing, some video to which made the piece Lipstick (I wish I could remember the whole title) feel like a song, where he could join in with himself on the video. Another featured a run of models at a high brow fashion show and it was dedicated to the designer’s work (I really should take notes at these things if I’m going to talk about them afterwards -_-).

Anyway, he and Mellow are the only names I knew prior to this event and I’m going to keep looking for both of them.

Then… to finish off, a drama piece, read by Rachael Young, Leah Chillery and Natalya Brown.

Three women, all going through different problems with their partners; one wants a baby, another is trying to rekindle the spark by being ‘sexy’ and the third is trying to convince her husband to come home and look after the kids. Very well done, choreographed neatly so the dialogue moves back and forth across the stage and it did all link in smoothly so there was no jolt from one woman to another. These guys were awesome; looking forward to seeing more of their work.

All in all I really enjoyed this event. I got to speak to a few more people, I met Damien Walter for instance and got to say hello to Kirsty Munro again. Also introduced to a couple more people who I had a chance to give cards to, before dashing back into the showcase room. The start of a good networking weekend I feel…


Saturday
I went to the Phoenix Writers group. ^_^ A couple of hours with a group of writers that weren’t predominantly men (gasp!) who write on a range of genres. We opened with an exercise somewhat like homework that was set the previous week; 100 hundred words on a chosen word. Frankly put, the word chosen didn’t even feature in my vocabulary, I’d never heard it before and now I can’t remember what it was. Fail. -_- However the thesaurus gives words like stubborn and obstinate as synonyms. The styles I heard were so different that I think its going to be really interesting from them some more. Oh- and I got to pick the word for this week’s homework. Guess what I picked…? Yeah… I couldn’t help myself. Its a knee jerk reaction; this week the Phoenix Writers are going to be writing about doughnuts.


Sunday
Smaller and far less about me, but no less awesome for that fact. On Saturday my partner, his eldest daughter and I travelled over to Nottingham to watch the premier of Sue Ansell’s Rockaby Bye. It was showing at the Broadway Cinema and the screen was actually really full with people who had been involved and wanted to see the finished product. Admittedly, I have seen the piece before, but the film seemed to have far more polish to it this time around.

The concept behind it is the rockaby baby song:
Cradle and Teddy Bear from OpenClipArtRockaby baby on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle with fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

The film is a short one, only about fifteen minutes, but it tells the tale of the mother having no choice but to leave her baby while working on the kiln. As she’s working, horror of horrors, the bough she hangs the cradle from does fall, taking the baby with it.

I liked it when I saw it the first time, seeing it again on such a large screen, with fantastic sound and lots of other people only made it better. The crowning glory for me though, was to see my partner’s name on the credits for the piece since he did the music; David Soden. ^_^ Squeeee! I mean, I know that’s what he does, as well as his own films or projects he’s been hired onto, but I love seeing his name in credits. It makes me all gooey with happy pride. Heh, I’m such a geek.

I believe Sue plans to submit the film to some festivals, and then start work on the next one, so I’m looking forward to what she comes up with next.

So that was my weekend. Like I said, very, very busy and I’m sorry its taken so long to tell you about it! But at all of these places there was a chance to do some networking and talking about what I do and about what other people do. I wanted to tell you about it because its another example of just how much there is out there. The Midlands and even Leicester just by itself is filled with an incredible variety of very, very talented people and I’m doing everything I can to push my name up with the rest of them. Weekends like the one I just had seem a good way to start doing that. 😀

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80 Post Challenge – Post 16


What effect does music have on you?


Well that really depends doesn’t it? It depends on how I’m feeling before it starts, what I’m thinking, what I’m doing and who else is around me. It also depends on the type of music.

Gentle/Instrumental Music
I used to use this sort of music while I was writing. I’d put on The Lord Of The Rings soundtrack or something else that didn’t have any distracting words in it and it would just be a soft background sound while I typed. Now I don’t seem so able to do that; in fact, if I’m trying to write I can’t have any music on at all. I think this is because even the gentle stuff is so relaxing that it allows my mind to wander, rather than concentrating on what I’m supposed to be writing. It gives me an excuse to stop and listen, or else remember scenes from the films the music came from. The Lord of The Rings particularly. This is especially risky if I’m writing something new that doesn’t have its own voice, feel and personality yet; the last thing I want it to do is morph into Tolkien because I’m listening to music I associate with his work.

Hip Hop/RnB
Love this stuff. Though I must admit, this style of music from more current years is getting more and more samey and more and more full of pimps, bitches, hoes, money and violence. I have lost interest in it. If I’m out on a night and I want to dance, then this is what I want to dance to; Beyonce, T-pain, B.O.B., Rhianna, all that junk will keep me reasonably happy (though that girls rule the world thing by Beyonce nearly made me want to cry). But it makes me feel like swinging my hips or pumping my arms. Sexy isn’t quite the world, but listening to the rhythms and the lyrics, as well as knowing who is singing, makes me more aware of my own body and what it can do; what I like about it and what I’m happy to show off. Its kewl.

Cheesy Pop
Well its cheese isn’t it? It just makes me happy. It may make me dance, it may make me wriggle, but most of all, this sort of music makes me feel good. Its so light, cheerful and senseless. I really enjoy music where I don’t have to think, so something like Flee Fly Flo by Fem@il (which no one seems to remember but me) makes me smile.

If I’ve had a bad day I’ll even put on something like that or something like…

Angry Drums and Rock Music
It doesn’t even have to be ‘angry’ music. I mean something that is made to be played loud, with drums and guitars. Something with a hard, fast pace that, should you try to walk to it, will wear you out before you get half way through. I have a couple of songs that I call ‘walking songs’ and I use these when I’m pissed off, or needing to get somewhere in a rush. This music will make sure I do. But there’s quite a range in this category for me, even stuff which, to be honest, doesn’t really belong there. Scream by Michael and Janet Jackson for instance, is right up there with Play With My by Extreme or Explosivo by Tenacious D.

Not because of the sort of music it is, but because of how it makes me feel; energised, lively, pacey. Sometimes I even feel quickened from a poor mood by being able to shout along to the music as I walk along the street.

Local Bands
I’ve got links to the myspace accounts to some of my favourites down below. These bands and the music these guys play make me feel proud to live here. I may not be from here, but knowing that these wonderfully talented people live where I live makes me feel somewhat better about what I do. It also reminds me of fun I’ve had out during day time events or in the evenings when local bands get to play. There are memories and good feelings attached to the music played in particular by the bands listed in the links below and tracks from these bands are shuffled into my mp3 player playlist. When they pop up, I can feel the smile crack my face as my mind starts to take me back through my memories to good stuff which has happened while listening to these songs.

Those are the main categories. There are more, of course, but I find it easiest to identify how the tracks make me feel. There are also specific songs that, once upon a time I used to fall asleep too; The Wedding Song by Tracy Chapman or Into The West by Annie Lennox. Songs that bring me right down to the floor and soothe everything out of my brain; they’re so easy to listen to that suddenly my mind is clear and I can hear nothing but the beautiful melodic notes.

 

 

 

 

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