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Dusting Off The Old Blog, Fancy Chickens and Finishing

Oh dearest much-neglected Blog, even the spambots have forgotten about your presence!  I find it a source of amusement and wry disappointment that the only search terms still bringing the rare visitor are “fancy chickens” (my number 1 search term, I’ll have you know) and today’s best one: “hot girl falconry”.

But this is supposed to be a writer’s blog!  About writing!  Not that I ever stay on topic, as noted by the aforementioned search terms.  But this is why my poor blog has been ignored so much recently, I simply haven’t been writing.  However, today I’ve sat down with grim determination to plow ahead with Cobault and make headway towards actual progress.

It should be easy.  If “should” was ever an indicator of something actually being what it “should” be.  I’ve already written Cobault, after all!  But I wrote it slapdashedly, in a month, and the resulting narrative was rushed, lacking complexity and depth.  As one might expect.  Its initial 30-odd pages were alright, written in that optimistic high of a new project that seems, in my experience, to create the most exciting and dynamic prose.  In reality this is because you haven’t had time to get caught up by twisty plotlines, you rarely introduce all the characters that you’ll be juggling right from the beginning, and you can set up everything without having to worry about its distant labyrithian conclusion.

In short, you’re just fooling yourself.

So I kept those 30-odd pages roughly as-is and have been trying to go from there.  I also liked a certain section of my original conclusion, specifically a character I brought out for that purpose, as well as the resolved dynamic of my main characters whose love story was to be as natural and tragic as Twilight‘s Edward-Bella was farcical and banal. Which is saying a lot.

In short, I had a beginning and I had (parts of) an ending.  It’s that tricky between bit I’m working on now, where all those twisty plots reside and all my characters frolic so.  Although it feels more like they’re twiddling their thumbs and waiting for me, rather that frolicking.  I sometimes wish that my characters would just take form and play out their drama for me, so my task could be simplified into simply recording and not inventing.

Inventing is hard!  It’s messy and slow at times, fast and confusing at others.  I try to think, “How can this be interesting???” and find myself puzzling for actual months while my characters stay poised in limbo.  This is what was happening during my hiatus.

I should say, inventing isn’t hard at all – it’s inventing something good and worthwhile that’s the hard bit.  I could rush out another month-long session of panicked writing, but it wouldn’t be an improvement on my first hurried draft, merely its sibling.  I know I can write, but write well?  And after I write what I think is excellent prose, will it still be excellent in a day/week/month/year from now?  Subjectivity is a bitch, because I keep changing and so does my writing – which is a good thing, I grant you – but it means that my drafts are in a constant state of flux.  Nothing gets finished, because I’m not finished!

So this begs the question – will I ever finish a novel???  I have four novels, all of them “completed” but none of them finished.  I have to find a point where I’m satisfied in the here-and-now, and then just let it go.  Is this possible when I’m never satisfied?  I suppose I’ll have to learn to be.

Confessions of an Absent Blogger

I would like to tell you that the reason I’ve not written an entry in months is due to some significantly productive venture on my part.  I’d even be happy to use the excuse of being so hectically busy in my day-to-day life that I didn’t have a moment to spare for writing, blogging or being generally interesting.  But sadly this isn’t the case.  I’m just a lazy, absent blogger who has lost all her creative discipline.

I used to at least be able to boast that I wrote something, be it blog post, prose or poetry, every day no matter what.  But for some reason this summer has brought out the worst of my procrastinatory nature (is “procrastinatory” a word? If not, it should be).  I feel like I have a tiny voice in my head who, whenever I settle down in front of a word document, says, “Oh just leave it for a little bit and toodle about on the internet, go on!  Go on, go on, go on, go on!”

Yes, I have Mrs. Doyle from Father Ted speaking from my subconscious.  And just like Mrs. Doyle, this voice has become so insistent that I just can’t ignore her.

So it’s time to give Mrs. Doyle the boot.

Hopefully this signals the return to regular service, and please do give me virtual pokes, stern glances and lectures if I appear to have gone absent again for any length of time.  Writing well takes time, effort and discipline like a regular workout for the mind.  And I’ve gone creatively flabby in the last few months!  I need to get back into mental shape!

In other news, since I last posted here I’ve moved house and got some fancy chickens.  Don’t believe how fancy?

These ain't your grandmama's chickens - unless she lived in China and liked blue chicken meat.

That’s some damned fancy chicken action right there.  Just look at those feathery toes!