Old Stories and New Writing…

The scariest moment is always just before you start. Stephen King

Oh yes indeed it is – especially when you sit down to write with no idea of what you will write about. That is what I am facing in one and a half days time – with Camp Nano starting and me having no ideas. Aside from my first ever Nano in 2008 I have always known what I was going to write about come Nov 1st (or June 1st, or in this case August 1st).  Last Camp – in June – Inspiration struck several days before hand. I was watching the sun set, admiring the red sky and thought of the line “Red Sky at Night, Sailor’s Delight!” Instantly I had a story – the whole story- there in my mind. It changed slightly as I wrote it, but I knew from the start where it was headed, the details of the main characters and the mystery behind the female main character’s past.

I sit here now – with 35 hours and 59 minutes to go (to be exact!), and have no clue. But I’m going to start anyway. I’m going to sit down on the 1st August (35 hours 58 minutes to go now) and I am going to write. And if all goes well – I will achieve this:

“The best thing about writing fiction is that moment where the story catches fire and comes to life on the page, and suddenly it all makes sense and you know what it’s about and why you’re doing it and what these people are saying and doing, and you get to feel like both the creator and the audience. Everything is suddenly both obvious and surprising… and it’s magic and wonderful and strange.” – Neil Gaiman

This is what I felt while writing ‘Red Sky’. And I’ve felt it with other novels too, but never with the same intensity, never the whole way through, never from beginning to end.

So wish me luck! And I return the wishes to all out there participating in Camp Nano (and even if you are not – good luck with your writing also!)

And in case you are wondering about the title of this post – Old Stories and New Writing – I have a new page on my blog – with the first story I ever published. ‘Sacred Circle’ was written as an exercise in description in my Grade 12 Class, 13 years ago. It was published two years later.

Pondering Neil’s speech

Having had some time to think over Neil Gaiman’s words in the speech I reblogged earlier, I’ve been able to narrow down things he said that gave me hope. He said he never had a career plan – nothing aside from a list he wrote when he was about 15 of things he would like to do during his life. Sounds a little like my plan. But while his list consisted of a few different things – writing a novel, a comic book, a movie etc, mine really only has one – write novels. One after the other, after the other. I’ve never really been one for planning. When asked where I hope to be in the next 5 years I always think “How can I know? Who knows what may happen in that time, what opportunities may arise.” That has changed a little since having children and gaining a mortgage, and I should say, committing to being a writer. I can now say, in 5 years my children will be x age, and both at school, so I will have more free time to pursue my writing. My mortgage I want paid off as soon as possible and so I’m working towards that too. I once read something Sara Douglass had written – about having the perfect life – she worked for I think it was 7 or 8 months of the year – getting out one book (or it may well have been two I can’t remember exactly now – someone else out they may have read/know this?), which gave her an advance to budget off. Any further income was simply icing on the cake. This lifestyle also gave her the remaining 4-5 months of the year to focus on her other passion – becoming self sufficient. This lifestyle sounded (and still does) brilliant to me. It gave me a concrete idea of something I’d like to work towards. But this idea is the only ‘plan’ I have. It is no more detailed than Neil Gaiman’s list.

Another thing he said was that the things he sent out that he was not certain about always surprised him with how successful they were. I know I have sent many many stories to competitions over the years – over confident, certain of success, only to be disappointed. I am about to submit my first novel (not the first one I have written, but my first submission to a publisher). The novel is okay. It has some bits I am really proud of – sentences I highlighted during the editing process and gave a great big tick. But for all the work I’ve put into it there are still sections I wonder about – could this be improved? Could that be extended? Maybe the story would be more interesting with a few changes here or there?

But I can’t spend forever ‘fixing’ it, for I daresay it will never reach perfection and instead would spend forever hiding in my home, preventing me from working on new stories.

I hope I haven’t lost you along the way. This post seems to have been a bit of a babble. Thanks to everyone who’s stayed with me this far!

There’s one more thing I’d like to say about my novel.

It’s printed (one massive stack of paper there!!) – all it needs is one last skim for spelling/grammer errors, and I will send it off.

Wish me luck! 🙂

This is my first attempt at reblogging… I truly have no idea what I’m doing so I hope it works!! I loved this post so much I had to share it. It’s a commencement speech that Neil Gaiman recently gave, and is very inspiring. I love so many of his thoughts. He talks of how the world is changing, traditional methods of distribution are changing: “the old rules are crumbling and no one knows what the new rules are, so make your own.” Very thought-provoking.
But the following is one of my favourite comments of the speech:
“Be wise… and if cannot be wise, pretend to be someone who is wise, and just do what they would.”
Brilliant – definitely worth a watch!

Lightning Droplets

Here is a really lovely commencement speech that Neil Gaiman recently gave.  It is quite thought-provoking, a little funny, and amazingly inspirational.  It got me writing for the first time in a month.  I hope it does the same for you!

These are a few of my favorite one-liners.  They are all the more poignant in context.

If you don’t know it’s impossible, it’s easier to do.

I learned to write by writing.  

I tended to do anything that felt like an adventure, and stop when it felt like work, which meant life did not feel like work.

A life in the arts is like putting messages in bottles on a desert island and hoping that someone will find one of your bottles and open it and read it and put something in a bottle that will find its way back to you. 

The things I did because I…

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