September 15

Not a bad week, in the world of my writing.

First I’m happy to announce a new story being available! Ann’s Golem is available to read at Stupefying Stories.

It’s a short read and just a little sad.

Amazingly my submission required only one action in the copy-edit, the removal of an apostrophe. Normally I typo all over the shop. (Like in my bio for the story – ugh).

The other thing is my progression from the first round of the Wyrm’s Gauntlet writing competition.

Round one’s challenge was to read and review Harlan Ellison’s story ‘He Who Grew Up Reading Sherlock Holmes.’ My 1300 word take was deemed good enough – despite copious typos.

Round two’s challenge is to write a follow-up story.

With the focus of the challenge being Harlan Ellison there has been discussion in some quarters as to how appropriate it is to focus on someone who assaulted a fellow writer on stage and then complained that she refused to accept his apology, amongst other abrasive and aggressive excesses over his lifetime.

There is a lazy canard which would excuse such behavior because it is of its time. That needs to die, especially when the assault was in 2006, hardly unenlightened times. Beyond that everyone needs to make personal decisions on how far we choose to excise the work of those who have made a career out of treating others with disdain and disrespect, especially from a position of power.

I’m making my decisions on a case by case basis.

And right now I’m away to work more on my round two challenge which is definitely not a celebration of the original author, nor even for the original story – which I really did not enjoy.

July 31

Around July my writing tends to become a bit gluggy, my process a tad unfocused. The clear and definite goals from January have broken down, targets have been missed, desires is waning, enthusiasm is flagging. And lo! it is that time of year, and it has come to pass.

The effect was intensified earlier this week when I sat to look at my novel and discovered I can’t find the last eighteen thousand words. Yup, somehow I’ve lost half of what was written. I’ve lost the pirate base scene (well, most of it); all of the scene with the bowser, the spy, and the missile attack; the approach to, arrival at, and descent to Mars is lost; everything that happens on Mars is gone. Curses.

Normally I keep several back-ups, indeed after a writing hiatus (which my novel had been on), I tend to start a new file and go from there in the new section, importing the previously written as a single chunk that can be referred to as needed. I have the previous folders for such but am unable to locate the last one.

Very, very, frustrating.

So I gave myself the rest of the month off.

The options were: 1) Scream; 2) Delete everything (and throw the computer out the window);  3) Hate write the scenes again; 4) Forget the whole thing and start something new.

I chose 1 & 5.

5) Goof off for a few days, then restart on August 1.

After all, I know the bones of the scenes that were lost, and it gives me a good focus for August. I’m even going back to writing a little every day and using a separate page for each day’s writing. If I break on through with this I may even get the damned draft finished. And that was a primary goal for this year.

So here’s to July, and the six months preceding, and here’s to August and the four months to follow. May they be productive, successful, and fun.

Another thing that starts in August is my road to cycling 100-miles. According to Strava, I haven’t registered a ride since December – and that was only about 4-miles. Now, I love cycling. There’s something about the movement that really works for me. And I’ve done 100-mile+ rides before. One was a loop from Crieff, Lochearnhead, Loch Tay, Perth, Crieff. The other was Crieff, Perth, Inverness. Of course, both of those were nearly a decade ago, and I didn’t have ME. But I’m not planning on jumping on my bike and trying to hammer out the miles next week. There’s a training plan I intend to follow and the aim is next years Ride London mass event which takes you round the majority of the route used in the 2012 Olympic road race. The ballot for entries opens August 6th. If I don’t get in on the open ballot then I will need to apply to one of the linked charities for a space. I hope to get in on the open ballot as I’d like to raise money for EDS-UK. Ehlers-Danlos is the condition my wife has.

Other than that, it’s a lovely sunny day. I’m going to get some washing on the line, measure the space that we intend to build cupboards in, and reformat my daughters old iPad to sell on eBay.

July 18

It’s two weeks since I de-twittered. What a strange couple of weeks. I’ve read several articles about social media’s addictiveness, how it molds its users, changing their identity.

Of course, everyone believes it doesn’t happen to them. Same way no-one believes advertising is effective in their case. This, of course, is not true. If advertising was ineffective companies would not pour millions into promoting, or having specialist companies promote, their products. The truth is we are all affected by the things we interact with, whether we realise it, accept it, it or not. And our personality, as well as our level of interaction, determines to what extent we are affected.

For me, social media is not a healthy thing to be around or to become addicted to. Having removed it I feel the urges to respond to news or snippets in the way my brain has become used to, that snippy, hopefully witty, or insightful epithet or rejoinder. What I’ve realised is how limiting that is to the overall thought process. Having flashed a response and communicated it to the world the matter was sidelined, no further thought or consideration. Now I find myself taking longer to think about a story, about its ramifications and potential impact. So that’s all good.

On the writing front I’m part way through revision of a 1k word story written for the Codex Flash – Saviour of the Universe 2018 competition. No details, as we write under pseudonyms during the competition period. However, From a base story of just under one thousand words, I’m up to about 1700. I need to finish it asap – the next round starts on Friday.

Also, I’m still mid-story with my return to the cycle of US state stories. Tennessee is the target of the tale and I have the full story arc sketched out. It should have been written by now, but holidays and the competition above have got in the way. Still, it’s good to have things bubbling away.

My ME is playing havoc with my sleep patterns at the moment. A few hours here, some overnight, a couple in the afternoon. I’m not sure if it’s been amplified by the muggy evenings, but it’s frustrating.

With regard to the weather, how great is this heat? So delicious!

July 4

I got rid of Facebook a while ago, twitter as well. I remained away from Facebook but drifted back to twitter. I’m leaving again.

It’s a terrific tool and some people work it really well. For me, it’s mainly a distraction, a time-stealer that I allow to freely access my horde of daily minutes – to my detriment. Thus, I’m departing it again.

I will not, however, be leaving Codex. This site continues to be invaluable for helping me persist with my writing. There are frequent writing challenges, numerous writers at all levels of expertise and knowledge. It is a wonderful community and, if you meet the criteria to join, I recommend coming aboard.

As we’re past the halfway point of the year I took look at my statistics for the year. I’ve made 72 submissions of 32 different stories and poems to 56 different markets. I’ve had 3 acceptances.

One of the things I hope to do with my reclaimed time is more reading. I have a welter of books to start, or finish. I’m starting tonight.

April 30

Yesterday I met with fellow writers.

My head is still woozy. My limbs are aching.

Beyond that, I met the writers of two of my favorite writers in the last five years.

Wooooohooooo!

First of all the details. We organised a meetup of Codex authors in the South-West region. Codex is a website for speculative fiction writers with at least one professional sale (my entry was a 400-word sale to Daily Science Fiction).

In the end, five of us made the meetup, and two of us relied on the fact that we were mutually dependent.

The five who made it were, me (naturally), GV Anderson, Natalia Theodoridou, Lulu Khadim, & Anthon Rose.

Those first two have written my favorite short stories of the last five years. First, Natalia. Listen to it here. Next, Gemma. Listen to it here. I think I managed to not fan-boy the meetings too much. Thank goodness for being aspergers!

We had a really relaxed day chatting over stuff. Some of it was WIP, and other writing-related, chat. But the best bits were off the wall. IE, which writer would you hobble? (as per Kathy Bates in Misery). And, which animal we would utilise in an animal/coffee/bookshop. We discussed cats, puppies, pigs, and tigers (mainly I suggested tigers  – the others thought I may be the main focus of feeding in a me + tiger scenario).

Anyway, we all split feeling much pleasure had been enjoyed, and it would be good to do again. Natalia and I even suggested we’d be willing to support each other in meeting up, despite both of us preferring to not interact with others all that much IRL.

All in all, it was fun.

Apart from when Natalia & I got back to the carpark and there appeared to be a barrier down!

I’m not sure how Natalia coped, but I was running through a mantra that went ‘DONT PANIC UNTIL YOU KNOW FOR CERTAIN’ when we got within sight of the multi-story, and there were locked gates visible! Thankfully it wasn’t our part of the carpark which was locked, and a scant hour or so later Natalia was home, or close enough she was comfortable to walk. It took me another 2 hours to cover the last fifty miles as I had to have a caffeine break, went via the ferry, and missed one by 2 minutes!

All in all, a jolly fun day was had by me, and all others.

Actually, possibly all. Mainly because we were focused on sharing, experiencing, and having fun. I think we have a template for the next and all future meet-ups.

 

April 26

Three months since my last maundering entry into the blog. My longest hiatus to date.

In the meantime, I’ve celebrated the anniversary of twenty years of marriage to my wonderful SO – you would not believe how life-saving (literally) our sole pre-nuptial has been. It goes like this, ‘I promise not to murder you, or arrange to have you murdered.’

To celebrate we went to Madeira for two weeks. This was the first time we had been abroad together (only my second trip outside the UK in all). What a lovely island Madeira is, and very friendly people.

I was also diagnosed with Type-2 Diabetes. This was somewhat of a blow. I took a few weeks to assimilate the idea and followed that up with independent research to complement the handouts provided by the doctor. My research suggests a vegan diet can be effective in reversing this, predominantly, lifestyle induced condition.

The idea of becoming vegan took a little while to get my head around, being a confirmed carnivore with a love for all things cheese. But I developed a mantra to help: Nothing tastes as good as well feels.

So far so good. Four weeks since changing diet I am fourteen pounds down, and lighter than at any point since moving to Cornwall two-and-a-half years ago. I look forward to losing more weight.

How has any of this, alongside the ongoing ME, affected my writing?

I determined that this year would be a year of finishing things. This I am doing, though somewhat slowly. Right now I am halfway through a novella/novelette which is the middle of a cycle of three. The first was completed three or four years ago. The third has a couple of thousand words of a start. But the middle one was only a few rough ideas. Strangely, or not, finishing the third couldn’t happen as I needed to know key details that occur in the timeframe of the second. So I’m finishing the second.

When completed this will give me three novellas/novelette’s with an anticipated combined word-count in the region of forty-five thousand words. At which point I will try and find a publisher, while considering how to set a novel in the same world.

One thing that I have definitely been better at so far this year is submissions. Fifty-seven so far this year, with one acceptance so far.

Thanks to George Wells and Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry for publishing in 1942, a stream of conscious prose-poem. This is my second appearance at Zetetic.

Hopefully, there is more to come.

Lastly, I’ve revamped my Acceptances page, with a chronological list of accepted pieces, and links to where they are available. Go have a read!

10th January

New month, new year.

Did you make resolutions? Have you kept them? Broken them? Pretended to forget about them?

Last year I started with a shiny spreadsheet and plans of what I would aim for. This year was going to be the same. But… Well, I didn’t succeed last year – life got in the way. An unexpected move with little notice and a hit to my health left me struggling.

I didn’t want to leave myself open to the same issues this year. Beyond that, I realised that last year I started a lot of new stuff, some which I finished, some not. I’ve too much stuff that isn’t finished. Above that, I’ve lot’s that is finished, but unsold.

So, what to do?

This year is the year of the rewrite, the completion, the edit, the stocktake.

First off I started with some stocktaking. I’ve pulled a whole load of completed stories into a 2018 folder. These are stories I’ve submitted, but not sold. Time for fresh eyes on them. The first two were an eye-opener. First up I checked a story I describe as ‘Murder She Wrote’ in a wintery Nebraska, with fairies, elves, and vampires. It’s a story set in a world akin to ours but without us boring, standard, humans. As with every time I look at a story, there were some tweaks, but only individual words, or shuffling a sentence around. I really like this story as it is, and want to sell it as is.

Then I opened up my ‘Robinson Crusoe in Space, with dead aliens’ story. This is a story which I threw a lot of time, effort, and ideas at. I thought it worked. After a year or so not looking at it I was awestruck by how poor it is. All those pretty ideas are there, right there, just lying in the dirt ready to be picked up, polished, and put in the right setting. And wow, what a bunch of dirt they are lying in. Poor exposition, tedious first person POV, clunky everything, just everything. I’m looking forward to pulling this story apart and making it the bog-standard SF tale it should be.

Elsewhere in my near future, I have 1 novel; 3 novellas; lots of short stories. One of the novellas needs to be finished, the other has deep structural issues, the third is only just about started. The novel requires lots of work. First, it needs to be completed; secondly, it needs re-writing, with the adjustments I already have in mind; then it needs re-written again, and again, and then sent to an agent. Damn, I hate re-writes. And writing novels is boring because it’s like waiting for the next season of Sherlock, or Firefly.

But all success is boring. Sitting in the saddle and battling up mountains, through rain, and down vale is boring – but it’s how you get to wear the maillot jaune. Spending seven, eight, nine, hours a day potting balls in a dim snooker hall while all your buddies are at the beach, or the football, or a club, is boring – but it’s how you become a snooker world champion. Going to bed at nine pm every day, instead of partying, is boring – but it’s how you become an Olympic ski champion.

So this year I intend to bore myself silly. I will finish the incomplete novellas, novel, and stories. I will re-write stories that require such, I will submit, and submit, and submit.

I will not compare myself to others (that’s clearly a lie). I will not begrudge my buddies their success (also a lie, but I’ll hide it behind effusive congratulations that they really deserve). I will remember that my main job is caring for my chronically ill wife, epileptic son, autistic daughter, and the household in general (yeh, pretty much a lie too – especially as I missed out my ADHD daughter and my ME).

Last year I sold/placed 3 stories (have you read them? Ugh, really? It’s less than 10k words in total. You could, really, you could (#desperate).

In conclusion, expect more maudlin posts, at random intervals.

Happy New Year