I have bypassed my inner critique. I have written so much and so badly every day for a month that I don’t care anymore, so long as I am writing. And what’s better: I know it isn’t all rubbish! I know that, in a month, when I give myself the time to go over some of the things I’ve written I’ll be able to look at them like an editor and fix them up so that they are what writer me thought they were when she was putting them down...
Most of the lessons I learn about writing are said to me by other writers first, which later I internalise if they work for me. Sharing helps us all know ourselves better and become better writers...
Exercise the writing muscle every day, even if it is only a letter, notes, a title list, a character sketch, a journal entry. Writers are like dancers, like athletes. Without that exercise the muscles seize up. - Jane Yolen
As always I’m a little late to the party but the short debate between Ben Roth and Sarah Perry on readability that unfolded recently in between the pages of The Millions and TLS caught my attention and provoked a reaction in me, if a less fiery one than on the The Essex Serpent author. What … Continue reading A response to the ‘readability’ debate
The Idiot by Elif Batuman is a novel that sets out to undo the genres it is trying to convey. It made me relate but in an angry, almost traumatic way, and I have thoughts to share with you about it.
I've been wrecking my brain for the last couple of days about what to do here. I stopped posting for 2 weeks and I'm sure no one really noticed but I had a streak going. I had a deal with myself and I had been keeping to it really well. I guess I was trying to gauge whether I was disappointed at myself, but I've realised now that I got this all wrong...
If you've ever struggled with your mental health, then you might already know about all this. You might already know that sometimes the only way to alleviate the suffering is by vocalising something, anything. Whether that is just a noise or an incoherent endless train of thoughts. But if you are pass that stage (or hopefully have never reached it) then I would argue that journaling is an awesome way to talk to yourself.
I'd say: Read it but keep your expectations in check! Also, this reviews contains spoilers and specific mention of events in the novel. This is not a novel that can be spoiled by this but if you like to go into your books knowing little to nothing, save this review away until you've finished it 😉
I want to get more proof of shitty first drafts out there, for people to see and realise that this shit is hard and that we do it because we cannot do anything else. Because we love it. Because it’s a part of who we are.
TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's discretion advised. Adult content ahead. This short fictional story contains explicit self-harm with an idea of related relief and pleasure. It also contains implicit ideas of abuse, torture and kidnapping (although I'm not sure if those come across). This is a sketch, an exercise to put myself in the mind of a very disturb character and victim. I'm not advocating or endorsing this behaviour. Sometimes writers have to write things they themselves wouldn't do or like but it is an important exercise on empathy and on reaching out of your comfort zone.