This Barren Tongue

June 6, 2016 § Leave a comment

Freedom was a taste on my lips

before gunpowder dreams

entangled with every crevice of my tongue.

 

Now, my eyelids heavy with nightmares

watch ahead to the dawn of the day,

the approach of a seashore bay

and my tongue feels heavy

with a language foreign,

with a future unknown.

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photo credit: Sailing to the north via photopin (license)

The Instant Gratification of Novel Writing

May 30, 2016 § Leave a comment

I think for anybody who is an avid writer, the realisation that there is no instant gratification in writing is pretty obvious. There are no shortcuts in it, no matter how high and low you search for them. To have completed pieces of work in front of you, you need to sit down and actually write. And after that you need to edit. And then you probably need to re-write. Edit again. So on and so forth. There is nothing quick and easy about it.

So it can get a little bit frustrating when this exact skill of being a writer seems to completely fly over the heads of other people, no matter how much you try to explain this detail to them. People who expect novels to come out willy-nilly as if you can extract them out of thin air (I wish I could!), without a second thought.

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When people talk about the “gifts” and “talents” required for things like writing or art… I feel they also indulge in this idea of instant gratification. Yes, there is such a thing as talent, but honing in talent also requires a lot of sweat, blood and tears; hours of hard work and concentration. I know people are trying to be supportive, which I appreciate, but it’s a bit difficult to be appreciative when people expect you to be producing work without encouraging you to actually put in the time.

Has anybody had similar experiences with people?

Middle of the road

May 23, 2016 § 2 Comments

Writing is kind of like a journey. Sometimes, you know the destination. You know exactly where your characters are headed. You can’t wait until you get there. You get impatient. You take short-cuts to get there faster. Sometimes, the destination is irrelevant when you begin. It’s about the journey, the exploration. You’ll figure out the destination along the way.9354795341_c70a62843c_n

And on the road, your characters learn, they change, they grow. Whether you know the destination or not, the journey itself changes everything.

But like with journeys, the middle of the road is perhaps the most difficult. You’ve been at it for hours, days, weeks… you want the results already!

Right now, I’m in the “middle of the road” of my current writing project, and its difficult to pick up the momentum, to keep the excitement of the beginning where my writing seemed to flow so freely. I’m beginning to let the doubts seep in, to begin scrutinising every word and sentence. It’s difficult to stop that. But sometimes you have to let the destination motivate you.

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Guest Post: on writing poetry

May 17, 2016 § 2 Comments

We spend a good deal of our lives waiting, like Adiba patiently did, after I agreed to write a guest post, then had so many other things commandeer my time.

Poetry doesn’t often make me wait, mostly I’m rushing to catch up:  writing the last line I can remember, then working backwards line by line, pulling them back from the land of lost poetry , words that got away . . . all while I was looking for pen and paper.

Found phrases poetry works differently.  I choose background paper and start flipping through magazines; the next words jump out, make themselves obvious, and I clip them.  Maybe they’re next or maybe they’ll be a few lines later, but they’re “in.”  Only seldom do I decide, “No, you’re not the right words after all, I’ll save you for another poem.”

I’ve known April as poetry month for a long time and was introduced to the concept of The National Poetry Writing Month Challenge #NaPoWriMo in 2015 when a friend challenged me to write 30 poems in 30 days.  I wrote found phrase poems and haiku.  This year I challenged myself, then caught walking pneumonia.  I wrote some really bad poetry and a few I’m actually proud of.  Next year I’ll be back to do it again.  Meanwhile the pressure to produce is off and I’m back to writing poetry when inspiration compels me, not just the dawn of a new day.

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This post, and subsequent poem, was very kindly contributed by Amy.

Some Pinteresting writing…

May 12, 2016 § Leave a comment

I remember when Pinterest first started becoming popular, and I decided to join the bandwagon, see what all the fuss was about. I didn’t last more than a few minutes, browsing around and trying to find the fascination that many had found within the website.

Years later, it’s actually developed into an incredibly useful tool for my own writing. Other than an amalgamation of different writing cheat sheets and tools that crop up when you type in anything writing related into Pinterest’s search bar, I have also begun using the website to build storyboards for my novels. This is helpful in the starting process of my writing, in order to develop some sort of a vision for what I’m looking for. It’s also helpful when I’m flabbergasted mid-novel as, again, it helps sort out your vision, perhaps in ways that you wouldn’t have imagined otherwise.

It may not be for everyone but it has been an ever-useful tool in my own writing process. Here’s a preview of a few of my storyboards:

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Have you used Pinterest for your writing? Are there any other similar websites that you have found helpful?

Reading to write…

May 6, 2016 § 4 Comments

For the past while,  I’ve felt very blocked in my creative pursuits. Other than NaPoWriMo, which I think we can all agree was not the best writing I’ve done, trying to write has seemed a little like a chore. I know that I should write, I know that I need to write, but I’ve found it extremely difficult to get excited about the prospect of what I’m writing.books-690219_1280

Sure, there have been days when I’ve begun writing and looked up only hours later, having written up pages and pages of a story; completely lost in my own world. But these days have been few and far in-between. And worse, after coming out of my reverie, my writing has seemed dissatisfactory, at best, and just plain awful, at worst. All in all, not the outcome I was wishing for.

I thought, perhaps the reason for my “writer’s block” (so to speak) has been caused by my draining, new teaching job that I’m only slowly getting used to. And maybe that is part of the reason why. Then again, when I’ve had time off from my job, I have felt equally as blocked from my writing. At times, during my holidays, I’ve felt even worse about my lack of writing because I think, “I’m not working, so what exactly is stopping me?” person-1281536_640

All of this, has resulted in a lot of frustration and… actually, some productivity. For the past while, I’ve been reading almost… excessively. I mean, maybe kid me, who used to read a book a day like it was nothing wouldn’t think I was reading excessively, but adult me who finds it difficult enough to squeeze an average-length book into a week while studying, working etc., definitely finds it a tad excessive. But as always, I’ve found that inspiration, and motivation, can be found in the oddest of places. My latest read, Jeffrey Eugenides’ “The Virgin Suicides” has led to a strange spark in my mind.
Today, after finishing the novel, I sat down and wrote 2,000 words in one hour-long sitting. 2,000 words… most of which I actually kind of liked! That hasn’t happened in quite a while. I also began a little plan for where this new writing project could potentially be going. And when dinner time rolled around, I actually felt disappointed about closing up my laptop and leaving the new world of my latest writing project behind.

I guess this, too, is quite new. And maybe the excitement will dry up soon, though I do hope not. For now, I’ll go back to my writing with a new-found vigour!

Our Favourite Poems

April 30, 2016 § 1 Comment

Today, NaPoWriMo is coming to an end once more after 30 days of writing (some good, some bad) and hopefully also a lot of reading and appreciation of poetry (both new and old.) To mark the end to the month, I hope all of you will share some of your favourite poems with me, whether these are poems you have written yourself, or that somebody else has written… or maybe both!

Here is a poem that I love by Roger McGough:

i wanted one life
you wanted another
we couldn’t have our cake
so we ate eachother.

Alternatively, a poem that I loved reading during NaPoWriMo was “and the trees are burning” by authorunidentified.

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