Monthly Archives: August 2010

546 and counting…

Five-hundred and forty-six. That’s the number of files in my unfinished ideas folder. Now to be fair some of them aren’t unfinished…there’s a lot of my first novel in there but it’s old stuff that I can’t bare to get rid of. And there’s a bunch of chapters of a finished story but because it’s one third of a whole I’ve decided that it is unfinished.

But none of that is the point. The point of this posting is the fact that I’m a writer that can start things in abundance but I have a hard time finishing them. And I don’t know why.
I mean, I feel a lot of it has to do with the fact that certain stories are meant to be written at certain times. Certainly, A ROSE FOR TIME AND SPACE is evidence of that. I started that story back in March, lost interest for a while but wrote like mad during June & finished it. Other stories I get so excited for but then lose interest a chapter or two in…thus the massive pile of unfinished works.

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Drabbles from the Desktop I

“Death,” she said, her chin lifted, “is just a myth invented to scare young children.”

“Oh Annie,” he stated with a smile. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m serious,” Annie remarked with a hint of annoyance. “Carl, do you think that I’m *not* serious?”

“Well I don’t know,” he mused. “I mean I know the stories as well as anyone. There was a time when people ceased to exist. They grew old and died but it goes against the natural order of things,” he continued with a pointed grin. “We live in an ageless world.”

“Yes,” Annie agreed. “We do live in an ageless world. The days pass and nothing seems to change. It is quite a…”


Annie nodded. “It is a Utopian world that we live in and I have to wonder if something so perfect can last forever.”

Carl fell silent knowing that it was a valid question. Their perfect world had been going on for untold millennia. Death or an ending of any kind was just a myth that was meant to scare children into behaving. After all, to travel between the stars required a certain amount of time and what good would it be exploring the vastness of the universe if you ceased to be before you reached your destination.

But all that aside, Annie’s question still held true. How could something so perfect last forever? Certainly the had seen examples on the edge of space of things ceasing to be. Stars eventually burned themselves out. Planets used up all their natural resources and were suddenly unable to support life, and yet their people endured. They would always endure.

“You know,” he began suddenly snapping the two of them out of their internal musings about their being. “I don’t really care how long our forever lasts, so long as I’m able to spend it with you.”

Annie’s eyes opened wide. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. “You…” she sputtered out, her heart beating wildly. “You mean…”

Carl smiled. “Yeah, I mean.”

Annie threw her arms around her boyfriend, after ten thousand years of dating it was high time that he proposed to her.

On a side note, I know that drabbles are supposed to deal with fiction that is 100 words exactly but for me a drabble is anything less that 1000 words for I count 1000 words as a short short story.

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It’s a romantic thought isn’t it? The image of great writers like William Shakespeare, Jane Austen, the Bronte Sisters and all the rest, working by candle light on their great masterpieces with only the sound of the scratch of a pen (or some equivalent) across the page as the only sound.

I myself used to write everything by hand, as a child growing up in the early nineties all school writing was done by hand. There was no computer, I didn’t like using the typewriter and thus, I wrote things down. Once the computer came along however I made the switch. How convenient it was, spell check and everything and ready to print.

There was the odd occasion, when I was at university where I would scribble in a notebook on the way home from school on the train / bus and lots of my stories were written that way. In fact, the last third of my first completed novel was written by hand, and an 80k long fan-fiction rendition was written mostly by hand too.

Handwriting is a great way to break writer’s block (which will be another post all together) and I still hold to the romantic notion of writing by hand. And so, I decided that as a dry run for November I would try and handwrite a story of around 50k. I even bought a quite nice (if not really expensive) moleskine notebook but we’re five days in and I haven’t written anything for the last two.

So what does this mean? Handwriting and me don’t work.I mean, it’s fun for a bit, and it can get the ideas flowing, but in the long term, it just doesn’t work. Shame.

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