I am of course way too old to be reading 5 years+ books from the library. I was therefore slightly worried they wouldn’t let me take any out – let alone two. I thought maybe children would have to have their own cards and you could only take them out on that – shows how used to using libraries I am. They let me, no problem.
So why am I now in possession of two children’s books aimed at the 5+ year old market? Research. Research for my children’s book about the number five dog. I know that to write a book, I need to know what kind of thing they have in their books. Not sure if I can get away with reading them on the tube?
I’m going to send an email off tonight to try and get people to volunteer to be interviewed for my assignment. I hope I get some people coming back saying they’d like to be.
I don’t feel like writing today, having a pretty rubbish day with car problems and worries about travel this weekend without said car. I’m going to try and make myself do at least something though.
That is really scary. Where has this month gone? I’ve been good this month and not counted up my words written yet. I think that when I reach my goal before the end of the month I get a bit lazy and can’t really be bothered to do any more. So this month I’ve purposely not counted. I know it’s going to be my higher than my goal though – I’ve been on fire this month.
Yesterday was my day to my self – that I was going to spend (partly) doing some writing. I didn’t. But, I did do some good things so I’m not going to beat myself up about it. I went for a run (the first for about 2 months and I did pretty well – my aching muscles today show that!), ate healthy proper cooked meals and had a spring clean. I feel refreshed because of it all so hopefully that will propel me on my way to do some writing.
My laptop is possibly on its way out; I know I’ve been saying that for a while, but last night the screen was flashing on and off for about 20 minutes. Luckily for me I have a lovely boyfriend who A. has a massive external hard disk that I can save my stuff on, and B. a nice new laptop that he is happy to let me use. I’m going to have to get a new one, just not right now. I’ll probably get one through a mobile broadband package thing – spend x a month and get a free laptop. It’s not really something I can afford, but it’s a necessity when I’m doing a writing course.
Speaking of the writing course. I accidently read my next assignment yesterday. Well, part of it anyway. It genuinely was an accident – I thought it was my current assignment. Oh well. It looks interesting anyway. The course is structured so you do non fiction first, then move on to fiction. I cannot wait to get to the fiction bit. Must hurry! I’d ideally like to have the current assignment finished by the end of the month so when I’m off for that week after my operation, I can work on the next assignment. That’s the plan anyway.
I think I’m all ready to interview people for the assignment. I think I’m all prepared. I know it’s being a bit of a wimp, but I think I’m going to do these ones via email. It is me being a wimp completely, I’m scared to do it face to face or on the phone; the way I see it though is it will build my confidence in interviewing so next time I’ll be braver and do it face to face or on the phone!
Oh, finally, I finished The Dirty Secrets Club. Loved it. Really happy as now I’ll read the Memory Collector – which was really the one I wanted! Also I’m now going to read something very chick lit-y. I haven’t done for ages – can’t wait.
So there I am, on my way home on the tube from my second job today. I’m reading The Dirty Secrets Club, totally enthralled with it, and start crying (very emotional part). Well, nearly. I caught myself just before the tears flowed over. I hate it when I’m in public when I’m reading a book that has an effect. I’m complaining, but that’s what I love about reading. When you get so into a book the where, when, who you are, are irrelevant. This is why I want to write. This is the effect I want people to feel when the read my writing.
I’m really glad I’m reading this. The last few books I’ve started having drawn me in all that much. The last I only got through my sheer determination. It does help that I’ve lots of free time.
I’m home alone tonight. I’m thinking about chilling in a bath and reading my book. If I can drag myself away from NCIS. Ooh, I might do a face mask – proper girly night in. I’m not going to do any writing tonight – but gonna have a reasonably early night then get up in the morning and do some then. I’ll probably work on the writing course a little more; I did quite a bit yesterday too. At some point I need to back up everything on my laptop, you know, just in case it decides to die one day soon *sigh*.
I have to think about it that way or I’ll go mad! About what you ask? Well. I had a hospital appointment this morning. Was just about going to be on time, but the bus didn’t turn up. Well, it sat at the other end of the bus stop for fifteen minutes – so it picked everyone up at the time the next one was due. I was starting to get stressed at this point. Then, on the way, we found we had to go a diverted way as the road was being dug up to replace gas pipes or something. I got there half an hour late. As I sat down one of the other patients told me I shouldn’t apologise for being late – no one’s been in yet. Fine.
Five minutes later someone came up to me and told me I needed to go have blood taken. I’ve been there before. You take a ticket with a number and get in line. I was there three hours last time. I cried internally. When I got there I took ticket number 185. I looked at the board – they were on ticket number 103 (to put this in perspective I was number 1 8 _ *something* last time and they were on about 80 when I arrived!). 82 people were in front of me. I bawled my eyes out internally.
Luckily lots of people disappeared – their numbers got called but they weren’t there. Result. An hour later I got my blood taken. Then I had to go back downstairs; I have to wait around again before I see the doctor. Basically what should have been a quick in out visit lasted 4 hours (including travel). My internal eyes have cried themselves dry.
What then, possibly could be a silver lining? Is it possible? Why yes. I started a new book last night and all these things conspiring against me meant I had lots of reading time today. I’m now half way through the novel. And loving it. It’s Meg Gardiner’s The Dirty Secrets Club. It’s a proper ‘can’t put down’/’page turner’. I cannot wait to finish work so I can read it on the tube home. I’m willing time to go faster!
I think that’s really all I have to say today. Other than my plans for the weekend. I’m not actually going to make firm plans. I just want to read lots, do at least one blog and some kind of writing. Maybe something towards my assignment too.
I was thinking in the shower this morning (I often do my best thinking there!) about the article I’m doing for my next assignment. I was thinking specifically about how I was going to find people to quote for it (every good article needs a people element); I came up with a slightly altered version of the article, which has now made me happy with it. I was happy with the subject, but unsure that I would be able to make a full and interesting article from it. I am sure I can now. Yay.
Also in the shower I was thinking more about the Mills & Boon book I’d like to write. I’m going to write a rough plan for it – see how it takes shape, if it sounds good written on paper. I need to do read some of their books – I’ve got loads at home, but haven’t read them for ages.
I also need to do some research on children’s books. I’ve got this idea for a book (or a series of books) for pretty young children, but I’ve not read a children’s book for about 20 years (when my cousins were little) so have no idea what age group to aim it (them) for. That was my main reason for joining the library – to get children’s books out!
Wow, I have a lot going on in my head today.
I finished Mr Toppitt last night. I’m quite relieved to finish it, not because I hated it or anything, but so I can now get on with another book from my ‘to read’ pile. I got three books out the library that need to be returned next Thursday and I’ve not even started them yet. I’m starting Meg Gardiner’s The Dirty Secrets Club today. I’m really looking forward to it. Then I’m going for some chick lit. Yay. I’ve got most of the weekend to myself as both my boyfriend and housemate are going away. I’m working (job 2) Saturday day, but that gives me Saturday night and most of Sunday to myself. I think I’ll work a little on the writing course and READ. Lots. Unless I get sucked into Saturday night TV – is NCIS still on…?
I’ve got the date for my operation – and therefore my week off work. I am terrified about the operation, I try to think about it as little as possible, but really excited about having a week off work. I guess the first few days I’ll be woozy after the anesthetic, but after than, free time at home. To write. Oh yay.
There are not enough hours in the day. Fact. If there were more hours in the day I would be able to fit in everything I am dying to do each day. I’d like to:
Spend lots of time writing random things – free writing etc.
Spend time writing my novel.
Search for a job I’d actually enjoy.
Continue with my writing course.
Lots of other stuff I can’t remember.
Or maybe if we could have a longer weekend – say three days, maybe even four. I’d like to go on and on about this, but I simply don’t have the time.
I’m re reading the last modules for my writing course – they teach the nitty gritty behind writing an article. A thought came to me the other day – writing an article is similar to writing an essay at school: First you research; then you look at all the information you have; you plan the order you’re going to write it; write it; then edit it. Only hopefully make it more interesting than a school essay! Having had this thought, I am now feeling more confident about writing one. I think I’d be even more confident about it if I was happy with the subject matter. I like it, I’m just not all that sure about it.
Oh no. I’ve just found something to take up more of my time – today at least. Last night the man in my life told me about an idea for a novel he’d had (he is on fire at the moment), but he didn’t think he’d be able to write it. It’s kind of comedy/dark humour/mystery. Think kind of Ben Elton-ish. I also don’t think I’d be able to write something like that, but for something to write today, I’m writing a synopsis for it. It sounds really good. Maybe one day…
That’s all folks. Why oh why do I love that so much?
Why do I find titles so hard? When I do bits of writing with random words, I tend to use the words as titles – yesterday I started something using the words prompts Citrus, Decontaminate, Affection and Tailor from this post. I called it Citrus Affection. I quite like the name, but it doesn’t really fit a story where a woman thinks her husband is gay, but finds out through following him he actually just likes cross dressing. I have no idea where that idea came from. bizarre!
If you’re wondering how the words fit in with a story like that: the wall beneath the balcony where the husband is standing is citrus yellow; He has an affectionate look towards the men rehearsing the play he’s watching; she wonders who it is he fancies – is it the tailor?; and finally the story takes a little tangent when the wife thinks about her friend who’s currently working in Afghanistan decontaminating something (I don’t really know what!)
Yesterday, I did about 2 hours research for my ‘magazine article’ (assignment 2 for my writing course), a blog here, and then 450+ words on Citrus Affection. Pretty good for a days work. Today I’m crazily hungover and tired so not sure I’ll get anything done. I might push on and finish the story from yesterday. It’s not going to be very good – it’s a pretty rubbish ending (her confronting him and him telling her he just likes cross dressing not men) but I couldn’t think of any other reason why he’d be where he was unless he was gay. It’s not believable either. But it’s writing and that’s the main thing. Who knows what I may decide to take from it in years to come.
My boyfriend’s decided he wants to write a novel. A children’s novel. He is worried (and I am) he’s going to finish it before I get anywhere with mine – then resent him for it. It’s quite possible he will as he decided on the subject on Sunday night, then started writing it Monday morning! I wonder if this means I should make a big effort to get on with writing mine? I made the decision on holiday that the novel would take a step back and I would put most of my effort into getting on with my course. I think that’s going to be the best plan of action. So with that decided I’m not going to resent him if he does that. I promise. It has made me have thoughts about us both giving up work to write novels, and having life like a permanent holiday. Slight glitch there is that we’d have to be writing – not doing whatever we want.
I’ve just been looking through my writing folder on the work computer and found a document titled ‘Oneword.com’. What? I’d totally forgotten about it. Somehow I found this website. Every day they put a random word on the site and you have 60 seconds to write about it. I love it. I need to start remembering to do it. 60 seconds of free writing about a word you get to see as the time starts. It’s brilliant to get the old creative juices flowing. Strangely enough my 60 seconds of writing, if extended to a story, was Si-fi. Very strange as I know nothing about it and that really isn’t the kind of thing that would pop into my mind.
I’ve been thinking about writing a Mills and Boon book. This idea pops into my head every few months. I’ve got the basic plan for a book I could write. I’ve got loads of M&B books at home for research. I’ve been on the website (in fact I go on it every couple of years) to research writing a book for them. But I do nothing. I’m not even sure if I’ve got a plan written down for it. I may do that today (to be honest I’ve already created a document titled ‘Mills and Boon Synopsis’ today – I just wrote the title, saved and closed it). Seems like a good way to get today’s writing in. Look at me – I make a decision to focus on one thing and immediately look for something else to do.