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    Way of the Warrior Writer


    2011 - 02.23

    As part of my heightened awareness of the necessity for social media for writers, I finally crossed out an ancient, long-ignored point on my To Do List: JOIN TWITTER. I’ve barely used it, mostly because I follow a frightening number of writing-based accounts between which I could literally spend ALL DAY following their fascinating and educational links. I thought Face Book was bad enough; Twitter is so much the worse evil in the fight against (albeit constructive) procrastination.

    But on one of my rare visits to that realm of delightful distraction, I followed a link to Kristen Lamb’s Warrior Writers blog at http://warriorwriters.wordpress.com. She’s so good that she’s probably cost me a couple of thousands of words in writing time, but I’ll totally forgive her that because she’s so good she’s probably also saved me another ten aaaargh-aaaargh-aaaaargh drafts on The Sinless Sword. A morning spend reading her Structure series for free has already given me more to work with than the last 38 days on the Re-write course I’m paying to take part in (cue Finance Minister going into revolt).

    If you’re a writer, get over there now. Like, NOW. As far as I understand, Warrior Writers is nominally a site for teaching writers about social networking but it’s a goldmine for understanding why stories (novels, film, TV, shorts, anything) do and don’t work as well. Her blogs are not only illuminating but well entertaining to boot, and dotted with illustrative images.

    Like this one. Which I considerably appreciate right now.

    So this morning has involved answering the questions raised in Kristen’s Structure series, which has involved some epic face-palm action on the part of yours truly. Her excellent I’LL USE A WHOLE LOT OF CAPS JUST TO MAKE SURE YOU’RE GETTING THE POINT article on the logline – pitching your story in one single bloody sentence and one sentence only no matter how long you can talk in one breath – caused no small about of face-plant-on-table action in the Starbucks basement this morning.

    Insomniac non-writers, I have a cure. Seriously. Go ask someone you know who’s writing something to explain their story to you. It would be my pleasure to put you to sleep any time you like. Call me at 11pm, I can waffle with the best of them until your brain screams and shuts down comatose style. This is partly because I’ve been “writing” (read: planning, dreaming about, jotting notes over and doing pretty much everything except actually writing) The Sinless Sword for years now. And in a gestation time that long, an awful lot changes. And when there’s no solid opening premise, you’re literally making the whole thing up as you go – which is fine and wonderfully creative – but there’s a point where you have to stop flying by the seat of your pants and say ‘sorry, can you run that by me again, in order this time?’

    Then I actually wrote the damn thing last year, and in an intense writing period, it changed again. And again. And again.

    Now I’m rewriting it, and you know what? It still keeps changing. Even if I’d had one line to throw at you last year (which as your guaranteed insomnia-cure, I didn’t) it would be amazingly different to this clumsy, frustrated sentence that bled out from considerable bashing-head-on-table this morning:

    An orphan boy experiencing the incarceration of his guardian through nightmares must face the man who destroyed his family before the dream-connection kills them both.

    So it has WHO (Lien) does WHAT (face his past – bit weak, needs work) AGAINST (the man who destroyed his family – yeah, I hear ya, my head is screaming ‘Harry Potter alert!!’ too but it’s an old story, told many times and told here differently) and WHY (to save his life: Arete’s death will kill Lien too).

    Yeah baby, if you’ve ever read any of this book, I know you’re going ‘What the hell? Where did that come from?’ right now. Me too! WTH?!!

    But now I have a conflict lock to beat the crap out of my draft with. And a really lovely but completely redundant prelude. Speaking of locks, in an article on testing your book’s story, Kristen references James Scott Bell’s LOCK system, which I paraphrase here:

    LEAD with a sympathetic and compelling character whose OBJECTIVE is interesting clear and active but continually crushed by escalating CONFLICT which is resolved with a KNOCKOUT ending. An ending that resonates and rewards the reader’s time investment in your book.

    Ok, ok, I know this stuff! I do! It’s not new!

    …it’s just…

    …it’s just that I can’t remember the birth dates of any of my best friends, ever, so I really don’t remember every single writing rule, however basic. I need reminding.

    So thank you Kristen for a number of excellent reminders.

    (…I just wish I’d got my ass onto Twitter and seen them a whole lot earlier…)

    Once more with feeling


    2011 - 01.30

    Back in the day – a day in January of last year, to be exact – I said I’d write a book by the end of the year.

    On 29 November 2010, while sitting in a pub in Wincanton listening to folk band Lavington Bound and digesting a conversation I had just had with Terry Pratchett, the extreme magnitude of my failure hit me.

    So I wrote a book in December.

    It’s called The Sinless Sword. It’s a teenage/YA fantasy novel about a boy who goes searching for his destiny, finds it, runs the hell away from it but has his ass kicked by it anyway, because Destiny is a right old sod.

    Well, I wrote most of it in December. The target was 80,000 words, of which 72,000 of book were writ along with 10,000 words of diary (I write to myself. Mostly as a method of keeping sane – and I’ll leave you to decide the success of that exercise). So that’s 80,000 words written, right?

    This was not me. I did not kick ass.

    There were also 40,000 words written earlier in the year and written off so badly by a friend that I stopped writing. For almost a fortnight. Yeah, precious, I know, hand me that violin and I’ll make your ears bleed.

    A small digression: I backed myself into a corner a few weeks ago telling some writer friends that the critique ‘made me feel…[insert self-defeatist metaphor of your choice]’. They pulled me up with a sharp ‘hang on: who made you feel like that?’ A writer tripping myself up on my own words: for shame, I should know better.

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    Smug Mode


    2009 - 10.23

    Though truth be told, I should be less smug than utterly ashamed. I am constantly amazed at how blind the creative process can be – or perhaps it is only me who suffers from this affliction.

    You see it goes something like this: you’re working on story, right. And you think you know your shit. You think you know what’s going on, that you’re in the drivers’ seat. And then someone asks you something extremely simple and blatantly obvious – and you’re totally flummoxed. For me, this catastrophic questions tends to be: so what’s it actually about, then?

    If you’ve seen some of the earlier entries, neither of us is suffering an unexpected bout of déjà vu – I’m just having a creative Groundhog Day. Having ummmmed and ahhhhhed and ripped up and re-laid down the bones of Sieren & Rael/Sienna & Arial (jury is still hung on this small matter of names) over the last fortnight, I had a similarly illuminating confrontation with Lien today.

    What I’d written on the tab page above was utter rubbish. It was a Why, not an About. I knew it needed changing, but was highly reticent about actually sitting down to properly tell you, dear reader, what those 8(ish) books are about. And that’s because, somewhere along the imagination highway, I’d kind of forgotten.

    Fortunately a fruitless ummmming and ahhhhhing session in the cafe this afternoon, followed by a brisk walk home in the chill autumn air, turned about to be exactly the right ingredients. All the confusion and plots and strands and themes joined to make an alchemical concoction… which went something like this:

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    Not another mountain… plz…


    2009 - 04.06

    Two years ago my mother forwarded me an article about the Australian/Vogel Australian Award. I duly read it, thought ‘That would be nice, but it’s only two months away, perhaps next year…’, bookmarked the site, and promptly forgot about it.

    This morning, mum again forwarded me this year’s article about the competition. It closes in two months, again. I do wish The Australian would start banging on about it a little earlier in the year. January would have been nice.

    “But mum, it’s a literary award, and I primarily right fantasy adventure for teens and young adults,” I object. It’s a reasonably invalid excuse, but mostly I’m thinking: two months?!

    “You should think seriously about it,” she replies.

    Two months?!  Hell’s teeth!

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    Points of Perspective


    2009 - 03.06

    I love old towns. I’m a Houdini at escaping the real world at the best of times, but these old cities like Cambridge, Oxford, Venice, Verona, and the spectacularly ruined centre of Coventry really facilitate the my passage through the secret doors connecting reality with fantasy.

    In particular they call me back to ancient Attica, from which I have been largely absent too long, while working on Sieren & Rael. S&R has room for historical play, with much of the action taking place in London’s old and forgotten places, but Attica exists in a gloriously pre-industrial age of stone and wood, where major building works were started on 100 year schedules and thousands of tonnes of stone seal masterpieces designed with a piece of paper, pencil and abacus.

    Wandering around Cambridge on the weekend, I was preoccupied with a point of perspective. My Attican novels – Attica being the world in which these tales take place, sadly not as inventively mad as Discworld, but full of the unexpected nonetheless – consist of two series, based around the main characters of Lien and Arete respectively and in the planning phase, clock in at roughly twelve books. This is an entirely accidental number. I was aiming for more like 6, but the damn things kept multiplying.

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