Tag Archives: First Draft

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, WeHeartIt.com.

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

Quote of the Day

1 Jun

Whoever said writing the first draft of a novel is the hardest part was seriously misinformed. The first draft is easy: it’s fixing up all the holes and making it presentable that’s really hard.

– Amber Maguire.

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

22 Feb

Current Status: Contemplative

Food Consumed: Cadbury Crunchie

On The iPod: Road Regrets; Dan Mangan

Word Count: N/A

It’s been a while. Like, a heck of a long while. A month? I’ve lost count. Which means I must have been super-busy to have neglected this blog for so long, right? Wrong.

Here’s what I’ve been up to (in compressed form) since my last post:

– I’m furiously editing my first completed manuscript. So furiously, in fact, that I’ve decided to scrap my third-person format and re-write the entire novel in first-person. Whether this is a genius move or edit-induced stupidity, I’ve yet to find out.

– I have a half-finished writing room. Over the last few weeks I’ve stripped the room down (a spare bedroom that we hardly ever used, so I claimed it as my own), sanded and cleaned the walls, puttied up the impurities, cussed a number of times when the putty wouldn’t stick to old putty, undercoated (twice!) and then finally painted the walls a nice, soothing, Tuscan yellow. Or half the walls. I haven’t quite finished yet. But I’m working on it, and as soon as I’m done, I’ll post the pictures here.

– The trip to New Zealand looms on the horizon. The holiday planning has been both stressful and exciting. Now that all the flights are booked, and the campervan is booked, there’s not a lot more I can do until we’re ready to leave or until we actually get into the country. Except bounce excitedly on the spot.

– Connecting. Networking. I’ve been a busy ant participating in literary chats on Twitter and joining blogging groups and finding crit partners so that I can finally get some feedback on my manuscript from other eyes that do not belong to me or my relatives. I’ve also been lining up crit work of my own, so that I can get a handle on giving concrit back to my writing peers, and finding those secrets that will make the editing process seem much less daunting (right now I’m scared shitless, and not in a good way. Is there ever a good way?)

– I was given the opportunity to be a guest blogger on YA author Steph Bowe’s wonderful blog Hey! Teenager of the Year. I’ve finished my post and it will appear on Steph’s blog in early March as part of her ‘Young Adult Guest Blogging Tour.’ It was such a pleasure to write and I’m so thrilled to be considered as a guest blogger.

Wow. I guess you could say I have been busy when you look at it all spread out like that. And it’s only the second month of the year. Here’s to many more busy months – and many more (regular!) blog posts from me.

– the writing ant.

A Celebratory, First-Draft-Complete Post

8 Nov

Current Status: Crazy ecstatic

Food Consumed: I do not need any food, I am high on life!

On The iPod: My ecstatic screams

Word Count: Who the fuck cares? I just finished my first draft!!

I am the moon. And the sun.

I am happiness, encased in light, encased in sticky, gooey, sugary sweetness.

Basically, I am chocolate personified.

This is me trying to put into words how I’m feeling right now. Which is kind of difficult (and rather embarrassing, given that I like to fancy myself a writer). To condense the feeling into an itty bitty, bit-sized piece, I’ll just say that this is possibly one of the best feelings in the entire world, and I never want it to end. Ever.

That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

So, now that the first draft is complete, and the ink has dried on the pages, I’m already thinking about the edit (and dreading it). I have no intention of starting it just yet. I still have another manuscript to finish – the ‘Poppy’ story, one that I started only a week or so ago. It’s already got a decent 20,000 words against its name, so not too shabby.

Also, in keeping with my not-NaNoWriMo theme, I’d like to mention that this week I managed a neat 10,000 words. So, to reach my not-NaNoWriMo goal for the month of November, I only need to add another 40,000 words to the ‘Poppy’ story, and I’m there. Not that I care too much about that word count right now. If I can have the first draft of the ‘Poppy’ story basically finished by the end of this month, I will be the happiest girl on Earth. No joke.

I think I may have mentioned once or twice in passing to certain people that I hate my life.

I was lying, obviously.

Mint Drumstick is Really Minty

7 Nov

Current Status: Sick

Food Consumed: 1 x mint drumstick & a shit-load of potato bake

On The iPod: Sarah Connor’s screams (from ‘Terminator 1’)

Word Count: 2,472

My husband’s cricket bag really stinks. He’s cleaning it out now – it’s 9:10 pm and he has a game at 8:00 am tomorrow, and he’s had all week to clean it and wash his smelly cricket gear. So basically the bag really stinks. Honestly, it’s foul. And I feel sick in turn because I’m sitting here smelling it. Plus, I just consumed a mint drumstick after eating way too much potato bake.

Smelly cricket gear + mint drumstick + eyes bigger than my stomach = a very sick writingant.

Yeah. It’s not good.

What is good is the day I’ve managed to have after thinking I was coming down with the flu last night. Husband had to work this morning (harsh on a Saturday, I know!) so I had the entire house to myself. What’s a girl to do? Break out the pens and the purdy note paper, crank up the iPod to the max and rock out to my manuscript’s playlist whilst getting some much-needed words down.

It was great!

I’m in the process of typing it all up now as I write (type) this (so the word count will follow in a little while). For some reason it’s easier for my brain to think of the right words when I write it out by hand first, and then transfer it to the computer later. It’s double-handling, I know, and takes twice as long, but I can’t seem to work my head around getting out of this bad habit. Maybe one day, but not now.

The ‘Poppy’ story is still coasting along at its usual pace. I just started on chapter 8 this evening – almost in the double figures. Exciting! I also broke the 20K mark, so I’m now officially allowed to get excited about this little tale. Yay!

Also, in a kinda related subject… I found a new ‘Muse’ song last night whilst traipsing around iTunes in a bid to rid myself of my raging headache (it does actually help most of the time, believe it or not). ‘Undisclosed Desires,’ it’s called. It just became my new favourite song on the ‘Poppy’ story playlist.

I know you’ve suffered,
But I don’t want you to hide,
It’s cold and loveless,
I won’t let you be denied

Soothing,
I’ll make you feel pure,
Trust me,
You can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask,
I want to exorcise the demons from your past,
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

It’s so totally ‘Poppy’ that I just had to share it. Throughout the course of writing this novel I will post my playlist, images that continue to inspire me, etc, on the road to getting the first draft complete. I’m always so interested in finding out these little tidbits from my favourite authors – it’s like a behind-the-scenes look at how a novel is created, in a way. I just love it!

I’d best get on typing up today’s mighty efforts (I already know it’s a mighty effort without a word count – there’s 14 pages of handwritten mess to get through!) so I can add a count in at the top of this post and get to bed. Tomorrow morning I have a ‘Skype’ date with my BFF and a very hot and sweaty Urbanizer, c/w combat gear.

{{Ah, Kyle Reese just died. Damn. I was really rooting for the guy. Michael Biehn was a bit of a fox in his day.}}

Ahem. So, that word count. Keep an eye out for the edit.

In the meantime, sweet, bookish dreams to you all! I know I’ll be dreaming of my Poppy and Anton!

EDIT: I have updated the post with the day’s final word count. Total ‘Poppy’ count is 22,126. 72 pages. Now sleep.

This is me Not Doing NaNoWriMo, Kind of, Not Really…

3 Nov

Current Status: Attempting to settle down to write

Food Consumed: Caffeine

On The iPod: With Teeth; Nine Inch Nails

I have a cat sitting on my back. Correction: kitten. This is actually really cute, but there’s a problem. My notebook is on the other side of the room, and while I’d quite like to get to writing, I don’t want to disturb little Georgie who will, coincidentally, turn into a screeching banshee if I wake her up.

Her screeching banshee act would then disturb me, of course. It’s a lose-lose situation.

Since this is primarily a blog about writing, and my struggle in getting those words down on pages – virtual or the real thing – I should probably make a mention of the craft.

I was sorely tempted to take part in my first NaNoWriMo this year. Sorely tempted. Alas, it wasn’t to be. I was just about through with the first draft of my first manuscript by the time the end of October rolled around, and had just started on a draft for an entirely different storyline (something I should have post-poned starting until November 1, now that I think about it – hindsight is a wonderful thing!). Tackling another new project seemed slightly too ambitious for someone really just starting out in the world of the written word, so I opted against participating in NaNoWriMo… to an extent.

This is where my “not-doing-NaNoWriMo-kind-of-not-really” comes in: while I haven’t signed up, as such, I still hold high hopes that I can get 50,000 words down on my current projects by November 30. At least, that’s the plan.

So far, I’ve been a bit of a lazy bitch. The first two days of the epic writing month were spent by me cradling a hangover – the result of some seriously unnecessary drinking. And also, working through the Melbourne Cup. Not cool.

Tonight’s word count (so far; I’m nowhere near finished for the evening): 735.

A piss poor effort. I need to rectify this.