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It worked.

I sat down, got out all my writing guff, and wrote.

According to Hannah, the manager, I looked knackered. And, to be honest, I’m not sure if I was making a great deal of sense when I was talking to her. But that’s not the point, I had an empty enough head to write.

Funnily enough, since writing Bring on the empty head, I heard this line on Bored to Death;

Jonathan: “I’m really hung over from that vodka.”

Ray: “Well, you gotta write something. I did my best work hung over. I have less brain cells to confuse the issue.”

Which gives me another avenue to try, should the writing before I’ve had the chance to think ever fail.

Actually, I think that’s it. Writing before I’ve had the chance to think. I have a plan; I have a start point, an end point, and some stops along the way. On Monday morning on walk to the coffee shop I in my head a vague plan as to what I was going to write; I had a starting point, a stop along the way that I needed to work toward, and a vague idea as to how I was going to get there. But when I actually began to write I started to find that the writing took on a life of it’s own, and that the characters were saying things and acting in a manner that I hadn’t I really planned. And, by the time I’d finished, I no longer had the scene that I’d sat down to write. Which is really quite exciting.


Bring on the empty head.

I’ve listened to interviews with several writers where they’ve said that they find it easier to write first thing in the morning, before they do anything else. One of them even stated that it’s because he felt closer to being in a ‘dream state’.

I found that when I was writing WHHITC, specifically the last third, that I would write best first thing in the morning. Maybe best is the wrong word. I was certainly more prolific, and I found it far easier to write. But I don’t think it was because I was any closer to being in a dream state. Every day off I had and – as I neared the end – every time I was on a late, I would take a walk down town to the local coffee house. I’d get there for seven, have coffee and a pastry, and then write until nine. It wasn’t necessarily a lot, or any good, but I found that the ideas and stories came more freely. Then, unless I was in full flow, I’d go home and read through what had spilled out of my head. If it was any good I’d usually then go back to the coffee house in the afternoon and build upon it. But, as I said, I don’t think it anything to do with my proximity to dreaming. Merely that it was so early that my head was empty of all other thoughts. The stories and ideas didn’t have to compete with anything else. It was as if my RAM had been reset over night; the trash and caches had been emptied, all the processors cooled, and I was able to compute at optimum power.

I have not done this it quite some time, and I really think that it’s about to time now that I ought to. My writing has slowed right down, and if I don’t act now I’ll probably come to a complete halt again. So come seven o’clock tomorrow morning I’ll be sat in a coffee house, ready to go. Bring on the empty head.


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I met John for lunch yesterday, during which he asked me how do I motivate myself to write. At the time I answered something about rewarding myself for doing so many hours writing, but afterwards I decided this was complete an utter rubbish. I will tend to let myself watch a TV program after writing for two hours, but that’s really know way to measure how much writing I’d have actually achieved. Sat at a desk, holding a pen, for a couple of hours, is not the same as writing five or six hundred words. When I used to work with The Bear, when he used to read through my work, that used to motivate me. Either because I’d want to be able to give him more, or that I’d leave him left in the lurch – sometimes right in the middle of an argument.
So this example is now my motivation. It’s now my desktop background on both my iMac and my laptop. Reminding me to sit down and finish what I’ve started.

Become a fan

Go on, you know you want to;

“Who’s Karen…?”

Karen Tribes is a pseudonym.

Those of you who have already read With His Head In The Clouds will already know this, but to those that haven’t it’s her name that will be on the front cover – it’s her name that you’ll need to search for in the book shop.

There is a reason that I’ve chosen a woman’s name (and it’s not because I’ve written a piece of Chick-Lit), and there’s a reason why it’s that name in particular, but I’m not going to tell you why.



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I’ve come to a decision. After failing to get either published or an agent in the last six months I’ve decided to publish ‘With His Head In The Clouds’ myself.
Now, I am well aware that the reason for my failure may well be because the novel is rubbish. In fact, when I spoke to someone about it at work earlier in the week they said “what if people don’t like it? What if they think it’s rubbish?” But what if they don’t? And what if the reason why I’ve been unable to get picked up is that I’m oh so very bad at selling myself? I’m by no means big-headed, or under the delusion that I’ve written a best-seller. I am not the fat girl on X-Factor whose parents told that she could sing. But I’d rather get it out there and risk people telling me; “It’s rubbish,” “You can’t write,” and “What’s with all the commas? Who taught you punctuation?”, rather than have it sat in a drawer gathering dust. It’s said that it’s better to regret something that you have done, over something you haven’t. So…