If you’ve been following this blog for a few years (and hello to both of you!) you may remember I finished a novella draft over a year ago. And promptly hid the bugger in a drawer, sick of the sound of my own headspace. Well, I just gave it another edit, and still don’t like […]
Writing
Self indulgent chunk of flash memoir
Memoir. It really should be avoided by all but those with the most interesting, important, timely, or unique stories. Oh well, tough. I just pulled another old writing exercise out of its box. It’s none of the above. This one’s being set free today because it’s my Superbowl story. It’s also an Ekka story. Does […]
Fraud?
It will be the year of structure. I will make time to write, corral little chunks of hours. Things will be produced*. (*I will find an alternative to the passive voice to avoid that overexposed personal pronoun.) I have been guilty of calling myself a writer with little to back it up. Let’s be honest. […]
Discovering Harvey Graham.
I’ve been back working with Brisbane Arcade recently, for its 90th birthday celebrations. I love Brisbane Arcade: its bloody history, its Art Deco bone structure, and its personalities — many of whom I got to know when I was marketing manager there a decade ago. For the 90th, I’ve had the exceeding good fortune to work […]
Untitle, less title
Too many months have passed without self-indulgent writing, with no wordy rambling save skinny scratchings in a work-related notebook and the occasional sentence plugged into my phone’s orangey notes. Someone has left a whole watermelon on my doorstep. The eyes have been scratched out of a massive poster of Wil Anderson up the […]
From the dusty vault…
…in the spare room, covered in cockroach crap, I found a stack of old work from around the turn of the millennium. I uploaded this one for fun (and in utter self-indulgence). I’d forgotten all about it; I’d forgotten how satisfying it was to write. And I’d forgotten exactly how much I despised Sex and […]
Writing update
So I’ve finished a draft of sorts. The novel presently exists as novella. Possibly because I am, foremost, an editor and can’t help myself: I trim trim trim and there’s not much left. Three options from here: a) Leave it as a novella, and whack it through a couple more editorial passes b) […]
Little milestone
Thirty. Thousand. Words. And all’s well.
Quandry
I’m all in a dither over this latest review. Already, it’s taken much longer to write than usual. It has been written, deleted, rewritten a few times. The book was poor. I disliked it on a number of levels: starting with the macro, I think the genre of “memoir” can do without half-life scratches from […]
Biting my tongue.
After an amazing read, thank you Mr Johnson, I am now reviewing something so banal that I have to put my work aside so that I do not write something cruel*. But I am so puzzled. I understand marketing (although at times I wish I didn’t). I understand the fact that I can not get […]