Thursday, 30 December 2010

Looking Back Over the Year

So my new year resolutions for this year were to edit and redraft the novel ready to send out to agents, pass my driving test and write a short story every month. I did the editing and redrafting of my novel several times. I even pass my driving test too. I only managed to write two short stories over the year because all of my time was spent on the novel.

I didn't have as many short stories published this year. At first this did bother me. But then I sat back and remembered that it isn't about quantity plus I hadn't really written much in the way of the short stories this year. My priority was the novel. I was in the 'groove.' All my writing time was devoted to the novel. I am at the stage where I love and also hate it at the same time. I hate to look at it at the moment because of all the editing, redrafting and re-reading sentences over and over again but I also love the fact that I actually wrote a novel. It has been something I have wanted to achieve way before university.

One of my other goals was to get a piece into a paper magazine as the previous year most of my work appeared on the internet. I was able to get two pieces published in 'real life magazines.' Jasper's Betrayal was published in Inkspill Magazine and Sandbox was published in View From Here Magazine (online and also in their magazine).

I even had a piece published over at Metazen. Snowman was inspired by the snow from last winter.

I even dipped my toes into non fiction and wrote a short piece about notebooks over at Teresa's blog.

Currently I am writing a short story. Some of the feedback recently, from rejected stories, were having the start too long or not enough conflict. So I am taking it slowly with this one. Breaking it down into sections and actually planning the plot.

Also, I have an agent reading my novel at the moment. 

Right, now I need to think of writing goals for next year...

Sunday, 19 December 2010

Not Writing

I haven't been writing much. My excuses include:

  • Packing up the house - we were meant to be moving just after Christmas. Now it's going to be the end of January. 
  • Chest and sinus infection. 
  • Cross stitching Christmas gifts and cards. 
  • Wrapping presents. 
  • A disaster with making a cheesecake.
  • Thinking about making mince pies.
  • Working. 
  • Going to the cinema and seeing The American (okay-ish) and Monsters (brilliant). 
  •  Wrecking the side of the car with help from the garage wall. Apparently a big dent and being able to see the metal of the car isn't the best look. 

To help myself back into the writing routine, I have forced myself to sit down on the sofa (because I have sold my desk) and try to write at least two hundred words on an idea.

I have also done some reorganisation. From today there are three new folders on my computer's hard drive:

Published - self explanatory

In Progress - The ideas I am currently working on. Some files have pages of half stories, some have one or two sentences.

Retired - Repeatedly rejected stories. I will rework them sometime but at the moment they are resting in this folder.

Monday, 6 December 2010

All My Friends are Superheros

Are you in a reading rut? You look at your bookselves and none of the books inspire you. I had that a few weeks ago. I tried reading an early novel by one of my favourite authors and found it awful. Then I remembered that there was a book I was desperate to read after reading some blog reviews. And you know what, this book deserves the hype...

I could have read the book in one sitting but because it was so good I made the book last for two days. I really think you should read it. The book is awesome. Even the title is great - All my Friends are Superheros by Andrew Kaufman. The book is a slightly surreal love story. It is about a guy, Tom, who is married to a superhero and also all of this friends are superheroes too. One of them has convinced Tom’s wife that he is invisible and he needs to convince her that he is still there.This petite book at only 110 pages is quirky without being obscure, sweet without being sickly, tender without being mushy. 

I'm now reading Alone in Berlin by Hans Fallada. 

I am starting to write down some ideas for stories - I might be climbing out of the writing rut...