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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.



3gs – notes

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I’ve spent the last two hours sifting through and reading all the notes for book 2, and I’m much happier than I was yesterday after coming to the end of Chapter five.
There’s loads of ideas, loads of themes, loads of directions I’ve suggested for my(future)self to take, and loads of questions I’ve got to find the answers for.
Over the last week or so I had been coming up with small bit’s of dialogue, but no idea where they would fit in, and no ideas for the overall plot or for stories to tell on the way.
After reading through the notes though, I have several jumping off (well, in) points that I can take to get me back on the right track. Not sure just yet which one I’ll take… but I’m certain I’ll have some new material for you very soon…

Chapter six…

as yet untitled – 2

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I have finally finished everything on my reading list, which is brilliant, and it now leaves me with a rather interesting task. Because, you see, the final book on the list; ‘As yet untitled,’ is also unfinished. At the end of Chapter five there’s a line space, the header ‘Chapter six,’ and then that’s it. After that it’s just blank page after blank page.

I’m fairly certain that, until this morning, I hadn’t opened it in well over six months. I had looked through a few of my notes on Sunday, before meeting up with John, and realised that they just got to a certain point and then stopped…

What to do, what to do. I read the second half of WHHITC’s today, and then ploughed right into ‘As yet untitled,’ so my head is in the right kind of place. I think.

I’ll sit down tomorrow morning and lay out all my notes. I’m not sure if I’ll set out writing in precisely the same place I left off, but I will start writing again.

Getting my head in order.

to do/to read

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I haven’t written a word of fiction in about five months. Which is shameful, really.

At first it was because I changed jobs, which was a much bigger upheaval for me than the people that know me give me credit for; “So where do you work now? ~ Well that’s just next door, right…?” And for the first few months the job was all I could think of, not necessarily the new stresses that I was under, or that I was having to learn something new, but because I had done my old job for so long it was something that I could do intuitively.In hindsight, in the end, I was probably doing my old job without thinking at all. Which is probably how I was able to write a novel and hold down a full time job at the same time. I could walk around work and formulate whole conversations, scenes, stories, and the odd chapter in my head. I couldn’t always remember all of them afterwards, I’d often had to stop and take notes before talking to people*, and I’d occasionally try to fit strange bit’s of dialogue into conversations with my colleagues and customers to see if it worked and to gauge their reactions, but for all intents and purposes I was doing my job well. So when I then changed jobs, and had to start thinking about what I was doing, I no longer had the spare room in my head to write. It was so involving that I couldn’t pries myself out of this world and into the world that I was trying to create. When I first realized this I tried to give myself the time to think, and to write, but by the time I had managed to empty my head of thoughts of work it would always be the time to head back.

Then a month ago, or so, I started to read Her Fearful Symmetry, by Audrey Niffenegger. It was the first time, in quite a long time, that I started to be drawn into a world that was not the one that I was living in, and it began to remind me of why I enjoyed writing With His Head In The Clouds. I had/have an idea for a second book, and had written the beginning and even several scenes further in, but work had robbed me of the time to immerse myself in it. Now I had the want to start writing again, but found myself unable to get back into the right state of mind. I decided that I’d finish reading Her Fearful Symmetry, then move onto my own first book, and then start writing again. Except then I wanted to read A Picture Of Dorian Gray, and then The Bear suggested that I read Moondust, and then I became completely distracted and found that I was spending a lot of my free time looking at photos on the internet. I had a long weekend last week, and wasted a great deal of time not reading, looking at pictures, and writing, well, blogging (six posts in four days, none of which amounted to anything worth reading). However, it did show me that I had the capability to think outside of work. I may not have as much time as I once did but I do have the want, the capability, and the passion to write again.

My plan of action is thus;

Less Flickr, Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook.

Finish reading A Picture Of Dorian Gray, and then read; Moondust, With His Head In The Clouds, As yet untitled, and then start writing where I left off.


My word count for the past few days, excluding those that I then went to cross out (and in some instances re-write, and then cross out again), has been way beneath what it needed to be. I should have been playing catch up, and making it to the end of section 1, but I’ve found myself unable to concentrate and I’ve wasted so much time on the internet.

I have been finding this section very difficult to write, which I’ve mentioned in another post, but I should have got so much more done. I’ve finished chapter 3, I’m pretty sure that I’ve got 4 nailed, and I’ve got much much closer to joining it up to the end of the section (which I’d written out of order), but ideally I should have finished it by now.



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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.


I seemingly can’t win.

I had been struggling to write the first section because I couldn’t get work out of my head. So I booked a week and a half off, to be able to clear my head and give me the room to think about the important things like; plot, and ideas, and pacing, and dialogue. Which was going really well. I sat down at the beginning of the week, pulled my notes together for chapter 3, organized the rest of my notes, and managed to spend some quality time writing. However now I have run into a another problem, in that I have so much book stuff going around and around in my head that I’m struggling to make sense of it all.

I’m sure I have everything in there to finish the first section and set me up for the rest of the book, but none of it is coming out in the right order. So, my folder, my notebooks, the book itself are in my bag and will remain in there until I can start to make sense of it all again.