Tag: Writing

  • Christmas 2025

    Happy Christmas, to those who celebrate.

    Also, I’m late on this, but Happy Hanukkah too.

    I’m sat on our huge orange sofa, cuddled up under a blanket with E while our puppy sits at my feet, wondering when we are going to take him out for a Christmas Day walk. The End of an Era is on. There’s tea and mince pies waiting. Life is good.

    I guess this is the time of year when I take stock of everything that has come before. I think I’ll do some kind of Wrapped post separately, but all the same, I’m sitting in a very interesting period of my life.

    Despite everything going on, I am feeling incredibly creative at the moment. I’ve managed to get my next book off to my agent and the edits on TCOA back to my editor before the self-imposed deadline of now.

    That’s left me feeling open to new opportunities in a way that I haven’t been in a long time. I’ve been working on what I am hoping will be my next book throughout this year. To have that off my desk for a little while, as it is considered, means I have to keep moving with something else.

    For a long time, I’ve had an idea in my head and in the last week, I’ve written both an opening and an ending that I am now looking to fill the gaps on. It’s different to anything I’ve done before and a pivot in tone, but it’s quite comforting and also justified. I don’t like to detail anything out in case it’s a story that doesn’t fully arrive or that I need to write just to write rather than to share. All the same, it’s coming together.

    At the same time, another idea has presented itself that I want to take my time with. There’s a whole world I would need to build for it and a level of planning that looks different to anything I have done before. That means it’s unlikely to rear its head for a while so I’ll finish up the above and let it gestate a little longer.

    For today, I’m giving myself a break and letting my tea go cold.

    Feliz navidad.

  • This specific genre

    I have recently identified a genre of films that feels as if it connects with me very deeply. I am not sure how niche this is but am hoping that the examples provided will push others to dip into the comments section and add any that I have not yet included.

    This specific genre can best be described as “Films where the protagonist discovers their passion for writing”. At least three of these films have made me cry in recent years and I find myself drawn back to them, watching them over and over in the way I took to The Social Network during the pandemic, watching/listening to it each night as I fell asleep, the pace of Aaron Sorkin’s script lulling me all the while. While the characters there are mostly deplorable, there’s something to be said for someone who takes to their new passion with a newfound honesty and affection. I couldn’t tell you when I first recognised that I wanted to write. It feels like it has always been here. Then again, through therapy I have found out a lot of things about my past that I had suppressed with the urgency of the trash compactor from A New Hope.

    This is far from being a complete list. They’re just the films that I have rewatched recently enough and identified that they have that arc in place. They include:
    Can You Ever Forgive Me?
    Blinded By The Light
    Little Women
    Almost Famous
    Tick, Tick… Boom!

    [Spoilers for the above] There is something about the way Lee Israel finds her own voice through copying other writers. I sobbed at the end of Blinded By The Light when Javed recognised that it was his own hometown that gave him the inspiration for his writing. I had no frame of reference for Little Women before Greta Gerwig’s version, and yes, I know, that’s on me.

    As I’ve said, there are undoubtedly more. I considered Rebel In The Rye, Tolkien, Ruby Sparks, Coming Through The Rye, Capote, Finding Neverland, Midnight In Paris, Kill Your Darlings and Adaptation as part of this list but the five above hit me the most.
    Let me know of any others I may have missed.

  • CAMPNANOWRIMO – July 2019

    I have just completed my National Novel Writing Month project for July. It was touch and go on a number of occasions but I am proud to announce that the first draft of The Gift Shop is now complete. It’s one of the most personal stories I’ve ever written and, as tends to be the case, is about death and sex and drugs and time travel.

    I’m gonna go and drink beer until I pass out.

  • Philippines 35mm. 

    Had these printed up this week. Reminds me of what I’m missing by being back home. 


    Live, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry. 

  • The First 20k.

    They say the first cut is the deepest. By they, I mean animal-print-clad pork swordsman Rod Stewart. I can’t account for that. I suppose it’s possible the first cut could be like a tester and then they could really take the plunge. Initially see how malleable the flesh is, then go up to the hilt.
    Where was I? Oh yes, National Novel Writing Month.
    This year is my fifth go at NaNoWriMo, a personal challenge of the highest order where participants seek to write a 50,000 word novel in just 30 days.
    How could someone possibly do that? you cry.
    Well, it breaks down to 1,667 words a day. Piece of piss.
    No, literally, how could someone do that?
    Also a good question. It turns out that you have to give up an awful lot in order to keep the writing wolf from the door, or invite him in and eat him, I’m lost in metaphors this week. Yesterday I didn’t leave my flat. I stayed in and clocked up over six thousand words, taking breaks to watch Parks & Recs, my latest addiction in between. I probably could have written more but one of my hands went numb, my eyes were streaming and I had a friend over for chilli and cuddles.

    Yesterday I managed to hit 20,000 words. I’m immensely proud of having already made it to this point. I would be prouder if I hadn’t learned that someone in the group finished NaNoWriMo in three days. But it’s not a competition and we are all winners just for taking part.

    So keep on trucking. You’re doing great. Weekends are good for catching up if you’re fortunate enough to not have to work. If you do have to work then write notes for yourself through the course of the day or dictate the next chapter to yourself. It can help to access that conversational part of your brain that equates so well to storytelling.

    So that’s it, I’m 20k in, but I’m not over the hump yet. Even with the halfway point in sight and possible today I’m already assuming I’ll write around 75k.

    Peace.

  • Camp NaNoWriMo – Day 24

    Day 24 of Camp NaNoWriMo 2016. 38,000 words in.
    The countdown is saying I’m going to finish on the 1st August which is technically outside of July. Once you’re into August it’s time up. That means I need to write more words than I currently am. I’ve never taken part in Camp NaNoWriMo and not won so I think my pride will get the better of me and I’ll really push this thing along before next Sunday.

    There have been some days this week when I didn’t write at all. It’s not so much that the story is stuck, simply that I’ve had other stuff on, which is fine. Then the weekend comes along and I’ve got more time to myself. I can sit and write and get on with things. I’ve written 2,400 already and I’m going to try and smash out a couple more.

    I hit a point this morning where suddenly everything that happens from here on in makes a lot of sense. I wrote a plot-point in today and it all feeds in. I get where the characters are going. It’s definitely not going to be finished at 50,000 words. If I hit 50k before the end of the month then I’ll be really pleased with myself. If I can spend evenings this week going beyond that point and getting the story finished as well then that’s fantastic. It’s probably going to be closer to 70k. That’s a lot. When you consider I’ve only written 8,000 this week I know I’m going to be hard pushed. I am a sucker for punishment though.

    I hope all of your projects are going well and that you’re looking forward to finishing and indulging yourselves a little bit.

    Peace.

  • A poem for my friends.

    This one is for my friends.
    My friends working full time jobs and still committing time to the things they want to pursue, their dreams, their calling, their passion. This one is for my friends who are working two jobs. This is for my friends who run on coffee, on cigarettes, on whatever they can grab and stuff into their faces between bouts of doing. It’s for the friends who are sat staring at a blank screen, a blank canvas, a blank expression in the mirror.
    It’s for my friends who are working.
    My friends who are between jobs.
    My friends who are parents.
    My friends who don’t want kids.
    It’s for those who drink coffee
    And those who drink tea
    Those on the Red Bulls
    Or lavender smoothies
    Keep at what you’re doing
    Feel free to talk to me
    Between us we will smash it
    And show the world what we can be
    There’s only so many hours
    Built into a day
    So take them and make them
    Shape it your way.
    This is for friends on travels
    Friends settled over there
    My friends and their issues
    My friends who shave their hair
    This is for chemical imbalances
    Occurring in minds
    Haunted, often daunted
    The cruel or the unkind
    This is a message for the selfies
    And your Vine activity
    If you need to talk it over
    Then come and sit with me
    There’s only so far
    You can get with an idea
    Beforee the demons start to creep up
    And whisper in your ear
    Create a culture to combat it
    One of mutual respect
    Because it’s hard, what you’re doing
    And don’t know what’s next
    Find inspiration in funny places
    Own how weird you are
    Talk when nobody is listening
    And sing along in the car
    Always play with you food
    Don’t worry about the mess
    Because these things can be tidied
    If they’re causing you stress
    Get it down now
    That idea, how it moves in your head
    There’s a layer of confusion
    That leaves once you’re in bed
    Tell a friend if and when you need them
    Take solace in their words
    Feel free to just ignore them
    If they’re following the herds
    It’s the true ones
    Often blue ones
    You’ll want to keep around
    They’ll push you back
    Into the ocean
    If your ship has run aground
    Talk a big game, play one better
    If you want to get it done
    Tie up metaphorical laces
    And break out into a run
    Go the distance, in an instant
    And make characters of doubt
    Because it’s less daunting when you own it
    And you control the mouth

  • National Novel Writing Month – week 1 and week 2

    In the first two weeks of NaNoWriMo 2015 I managed to start and finish an entire book. It got pretty dark at times but I still thoroughly recommend it.

    Onto the next one…

  • What NaNoWriMo 2013 Taught Me

    It’s the last day of November which means it is finally time for me to have a day to not really do a whole lot. Unfortunately in my world these kind of days do not exist. I don’t know how to not do anything. It makes me anxious. On this day of not doing a lot I have recorded five songs, written two articles and started work on a Christmas project that I cannot yet detail. I have also tidied my room for the first time in a month, made myself dinner and booked a table for lunch tomorrow.

    That is all a complete aside to the actual subject. This year I decided that writing one 50,000 word novel was not enough of a challenge and so when I finished on 17 November I decided I probably had time to get another one done. Rather than taking the time to do some much needed editing I hit the MacBook again, turning from the travel diary of my first project to a fantasy adventure that in my head is the first of three books I have been planning to write for ten years. In a way this made it easier because I should have most of the groundwork down after ten years of thinking about it. The story in fact changed completely as I wrote it. Rather than being my usual ten chapter book from one character’s perspective I realised it became much more interesting to both read and to write if it covered off the way different people looked at the events that were unfolding. I don’t want to provide too much detail in case anyone else ever reads it but essentially this meant creating entirely new characters and scenarios around the basis of what I had. It was fun to do, and it meant I didn’t get bored of one character. I could essentially abandon ship on anyone who got boring for me. That’s point one of what NaNoWriMo 2013 taught me; there is always room for other characters.

    I managed to do a lot of my writing during my daily commute. It turns out that people on the Southend Victoria to London Liverpool Street line are not fans of writers. I base this on the loud tutting I often got when I sat with my laptop and tried to create something instead of formlessly refreshing my Facebook feed like everyone around me seemed to be doing. It turns out that without the Internet as a distraction writing is an awful lot easier, or at least the periods of my travel were my most productive. As soon as I was home there were far too many distractions. I found myself taking train journeys just so I could write for longer. So point two is an inability to Internet is very beneficial.

    I have also found that after a while people don’t want to hear about what you are doing. I always try not to be one of those terribly self involved and cliched writers who tell everyone about their protagonist’s struggle against blah blah blah. I would tell people my word count when they asked and I updated a few too many milestones along the way but it was for my benefit. It’s my record of my achievement. When I finished my first novel, in June 2012, people were amazed and supportive. Now it is old hat. They know I can do it, the challenge has weakened. It’s expected that I will write and that I will meet deadlines. It’s a scary framework to operate under so my next point would be don’t bother people with it.
    They’ll read it when it is published but they have their own petty concerns to be getting on with.

    I would like to thank those who have been especially supportive during the last month. Kate has been an absolute gem as usual and on top of that I’ve spoken to Haley, Hollie, Sam, Adam, Luke, Ben, Joe, Lee, Nat, Paul, Stacy, Ian, Emily, Emma, Amy, Jess, Feyza, Andreas, Jamie, Jane, Hannah and my dad about it as I went along. The people in the NaNoEssex group were also really cool to chat to and I am genuinely looking forward to reading some of their work going forwards. The Alex in Southend did a top job of holding space for us to put on Write-Ins and meet ups on Sundays. It’s been a solid month and it looks like I’ve got some freelance work emerging as a result. 

    It’s nice to be a winner.