Posts tagged Writing
Who's Who 19: About the Author

He’d watched too many versions of the same myth. He could spot the seams between the ad breaks now. The recognisable traits. The revolving carousel of non-threatening villains. The shiny fights. The interweaving soap operas. The cameos just for the true geeks, there to invest a marketing exercise with a little purchased history, borrowed as credit for credibility.

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Here comes the Fluff

This is it, people.  This is not a drill.  The second novel is out.  Which is crazy.  I’ve managed to write another one.  Three decades on this planet, two novels published.  That’s not bad when you consider the whole first decade and some of the second was spent primarily being forced to learn things in various classrooms.  
   “So, where did this new novel come from,” I hear you ask.  “And what’s with the pink rabbit?”
   I guess it’s time I properly introduced you to Fluff.

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Trailer Trash

Okay, okay.  The rewrite is moving into the home stretch.  It really is.  I'm pretty sure it is, only it’s taking longer than I wanted.  It was meant to be finished this week and the delay has not been too good for my nerves.  For my attention span.  For my patience.  It’s been a week of feeling defeated by my own story, but I'm pretty sure victory isn’t too far off now.  Next week.  I’m pretty sure it’s going to be next week.  I hope it's going to be next week.
  So, as I make a push to get this final, final, final draft finally completed I thought I’d use this week to share something with you.  As things stand, what follows are the first 900 or so words my second novel will start with.
  In more ways than I can really express right now, I hope you like it.

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Stampede

WARNING: The following blog was written by a sleep deprived horror writer.  There will be rambling and a certain lack of sense.  Also, there may be some typos and errors.  If you do find any, then cherish them.  Think of them like seeing the brushstrokes that make up the painting.  Apparently there are other typos on this website, but the exhausted author would like to point out this is all free.

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On Hold

I used to write after work.  I’d get home from whatever office or shop I was working in, have something to eat and then try to write for an hour or two.  It worked to an extent, but the finished result always felt sluggish.  It suffered from a lack of energy as plot and characters became handy ciphers allowing me to moan about my day.  Back then, I was very much one of those people who spent a lot of time talking about writing, instead of actually writing.  Or, at least, writing happily.

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Ugly Duck

There really is no surface quite as slippery as the blank page.  Which is not great when you consider we’re completely surrounded by them at this time of year.  There are blank calendars wherever we look, showing all those unwritten days we’re going to fill, whether we like it or not.  I hate any new calendar or diary for that.  They always seem to offer undiscovered territory.  Yours to claim.  They’re a map of potential, in that moment you open them, at least.  Of course, once you finally start using them, all you really mark down are trips to the dentist and occasional family gatherings.

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Of pumpkins and boxes

Hey, Internet, it’s good to be back amongst you.  After a couple of chaotic weeks and some incredibly painful days without any sort of signal that belongs in the 21st century, The Blank Page is up and running again.  I’d call it 2.0, but let’s not fool ourselves.  We’re in for more of the same here.  The overly long posts and occasional reveries that don’t quite add up to a bigger pay cheque.  Still, that’s hardly the attitude to start on.  The Longs have moved finally moved house.  Let’s begin there.  

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Plateau 2: Plateau Harder

 Another plateau.  Sorry, folks.  I normally like to come here with something planned, but I got distracted by my new short story this morning.  I sat down with a plan of changes I wanted to make to the current draft and totally forgot about I had this blog to tackle first.  True, it’s a rod I made for my own back, but I’m no quitter.  I can figure this out.  I just probably shouldn’t be doing that in front of you.  You’re going to need to bear with me.  This week has pretty much reduced to me to doing all my thinking out loud.

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