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Brain Fodder 2: Fisher Boy & Me

30 Sep

Roo smiles at me and lets the grass slip from his open palm. The torn strands catch on the faint breeze and float past me, earthless roots bobbing like tentacles on the wind. – Fisher Boy & Me, words from my WIP.

All images were collected from the lovely, inspirational site,

To see the first “Brain Fodder” post for my new WIP, click here.


Brain Fodder 1: Fisher Boy & Me

12 Sep

There are so many blog posts I should be doing right now. I need to finish the second part of my time at Brisbane Writer’s Festival. I need to reveal the exciting news I have to tell you (it really is quite exciting, I swear!). Right now, I can’t find the words to do those blogs justice, and that’s probably because my brain is all abuzz over what I hope will soon be my new WIP.

Below is a collection of images I’ve saved to use as inspiration for my latest work. The title is an old one now – it was what I’d originally planned the novel to be when I first starting the initial plotting months ago. But since I’ve completed ‘Times of Bright’ and come back to this, the story has evolved so much, and while I have a new title and a new plot to go with it, I don’t want to reveal too many details about it just yet (for fear of jinxing my fickle muse, and also because it could change another half dozen times before I truly start writing).

What I can say (because this has remained a constant right from the start and will continue to be a constant until I finish the drafts to come), is that this novel is a love story about a girl and a boy and fishing.

All these images I have found on (a truly heaven-sent site full of the most beautiful pictures you will ever find anywhere).

Because I’m a Woman…

10 Jun

Current Status: Ecstatic

Food Consumed: Cream bun

On The iPod: F*cken Awesome; Spiderbait

Word Count: One page; longhand

Because I am a woman I can do two things at once, so I’m now writing two novels instead of one. Maybe even three, if my mind gets its own way.

As I mentioned previously, I have started my third draft in my “current” WIP (which has a new name that I don’t wish to reveal yet, so I’ll keep calling it ‘Times of Bright’ for the present). The new draft is going along rather swimmingly. I think I’ve overcome my floating character obstacle well enough, the words are slow but they are still coming, so I can’t complain. Life is good.

This is where life – and my muse – throws a spanner in the works. An idea I tried to get off the ground in January (and failed, miserably), has reared its pretty little head and spoken to me. Hallelujah? Erm, not so much. While I’m thrilled to finally have a starting off point – for some reason my mind will only allow me to write if I write the novel from the very first page to the very last, and in that order – it’s come at the most inopportune time, since I’d really rather be saving all of my writing mojo for the novel I hope will be published in the not-too-distant future.

—This post was interrupted by the strange, strange entrance of a very strange man in my office. If you want to know more, read my twitter feed here and here.—

Okay, now that I’m no longer distracted… Where was I? Right, I was ranting about my muse wanting me to write two novels instead of one. So, since I can’t get the mind to stop focusing on this new (old, really, but new in the sense that I’m finally making use of it) idea, I have no choice but to put it into words for as long as and as eloquently as I can. Whilst also continuing to edit and re-draft my major project, ‘Times of Bright.’

In future posts you’ll no doubt hear more about this ‘new’ WIP, but until I’ve written more than a few pages I won’t say too much about it at all. I am very excited about it, though. In my head it’s this beautiful thing, so I really hope I can convey that in words. It’s also incredibly dark in places because, you know, I can’t write anything happy. Heh, heh.

So, what the heck: I’ll write two novels simultaneously because I’m a woman and I can.

And while I’m at it I’ll chew a stick of gum, too.