Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 December 2013

Female Gothic: words, sounds and storytelling

Do you have any favourite words?  Or are there words or phrases that really grate?
If I hear someone in the media say “robust” one more time I will scream.  Another phrase I strongly dislike is “punching above their weight.”  It makes my skin crawl.

I’ve been reading a lot recently, both fiction and non-fiction, and I’ve nearly finished a bestselling novel which is structured in an unusual but disjointed manner.  I haven’t warmed to the protagonist and I’m not exactly enjoying it, but the concept interests me so I want to see what happens.  And I’ve realised that my problem with the book is not the story, but the writing.  I just don’t like the words the author uses.   Or the way she wields them.

The sounds of words matter.  Magenta.  Melisma.  Luminosity.  Vortex. I enjoy elegant sentences, repetition when skilfully used.   I recently saw an eerie one woman show* at our local theatre – a retelling of Victorian ghost stories by lesser known female writers – which reminded me of the power of the spoken word.  There were few props needed;  a chair, candles and spooky lighting created the atmosphere and intimacy between actress and audience. Towards the end, the storyteller spoke of birth and death as simply a reordering, reorganisation of matter.  I liked that.  And after the stories had stirred our senses, unsettling and disturbing with fear of the unknown – the root of all fear -  those words were strangely comforting.


* The show was called Victorian Gothic and is highly recommended!  The weblink is here



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Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Short stories, novels and emotional engagement

I recently had a conversation with another writer about short stories versus longer forms, such as novels.  I enjoy reading and writing both.  But if I am honest, I do find it difficult to remember short stories that I have read, even though I would say that it is my favourite form to write (especially flash fiction). Is it because a short story gives us less time to get to know the characters and to make an emotional connection?  For me, memory and emotional engagement go hand in hand. In a novel we have time to develop a relationship with the characters. And if we fall in love with them, we won't want to leave.  We care about them.

Writing a novel is a huge emotional commitment - and a time consuming one.  It's a big task, in every sense.

And it made me think  - am I basically a lazy writer? Okay, so I have completed and published over 30 novels for children and teenagers, the biggest being only 35,000 words.  I don't think in epic forms.  I'm sure I would really struggle with 100,000 words.  When I write a short story it naturally takes around 1000 words.  I love the brevity of the form, and the discipline. The skill and joy of flash fiction, where you may have only 100 or 200 words to tell a tale, is a challenge I find highly satisfying.  Every word counts.  Every word has to earn a place in the story.

I'm currently reading The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis and am fascinated by the way she manages to take us inside the minds of her characters so quickly, and to leave the reader asking questions.

As a writer/reader/both, do you have a favourite form?  And is your preferred reading form the same as your favourite writing form?

Related post: http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/does-size-matter-lydia-davis-wins-man.html


Thursday, 28 March 2013

Words spilling out

I am finding that my brain is working faster than my fingers on the keyboard. The screen is full of errors.  And my words tumble out in a jumble, or I can’t find the right word.

A friend tells me it’s my age.  Maybe the menopause.
Or is my brain overheating?  Or trying to rewire?

If there are too many things in your head some of them will just fall out.

Related post:
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/do-digital-books-make-you-read-faster.html

Friday, 8 February 2013

Eating my words

Whenever I turn on the radio and TV these days I hear commentators making judgements on ebooks which winds me up.  I think there is a certain snobbery about it at the moment - not sure why.  I admit that before I got my kindle, I was a bit anti, because I love books, but I am eating my words, so to speak!  I love my kindle and I still love books.  It really is all about the words.


Related posts: http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/adapt-and-survive.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/vision-for-readers.html

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Time, measures and words: a rant

"It's all about the time we have (left) and how we choose to use it."  

I heard this in a TV drama and it got me thinking.

Time is a currency more precious than money.  Everything is about time.  From the moment we are born we are all on borrowed time.  We are each a ticking time bomb.

I often wonder why time is divided the way it is.  Who decided we measure time by years and that a year is 12 months and a month is 4.5 weeks, and a week 7 days and a day 24 hours.  Why?

And while I'm thinking about numbers and measures, why is a "blockbuster" novel supposed to be at least 100,000 words and a standard novel 60,000 words?  Who decreed this?  Why do competitions state that a short story should be 1000 words, or 2000 or 4000 or 9000?

This obsession we have with numbers and quantification (is there such a word?) is not helpful.  Can't a story or a novel be as long as it needs to be?

Rant over, although it is a topic I will likely return to....

Monday, 15 October 2012

Writing, routines and running

Apart from my 3 day a week salaried job I find it really hard to get into a routine.  When I was younger, I hated routine and rebelled against it so maybe I’m paying for it now.  Because I want to be able to establish a strict writing routine, like you should.  The trouble is, life often seems so chaotic and unordered and things happen so you constantly have to change and be flexible about plans made.  At least it provides variety.

The two things I would like to fix more are my writing and running.  The latter is quite erratic and gets squeezed in between everything else, as does my writing.  Even when I put aside a chunk of time for the creative stuff I end up side-tracked by marketing and admin.  There never seem to be enough hours in the day to fit everything in. so I am constantly chasing my tail and feeling exhausted.   If only I could get up early, go for a run, write, eat, write again, ignore the phone and emails and achieve a worthy 2000 words a day. 

When I was in my twenties I easily wrote 1000 words EACH WAY on my hourly commute to London but these days managing 2000 words a day as standard would be a Herculean task.   That’s not to say it doesn’t happen sometimes, when I have deadlines to meet.  Then I go crazy, glue myself to the laptop, forget to eat, drink, or even go to the loo until my target is achieved.  Not very healthy, but at least I have the capability. 

Although I struggle physically with my running, it is great for clearing the cobwebs and playing with ideas and I usually come back from a run with my head full of creative possibilities which I try to retain until I can write them down.  Because of this blog, I do write almost every day, which was an ambition achieved, so that is positive. But those writers I meet who turn down coffee and meetings because they are working on their novel inspire respect – and envy.  How do they manage to ring fence (to use management speak) time for this?  How do they stay disciplined enough to keep focussed? My brain goes off on tangents all the time, so I fail miserably on this score.  If anyone has any suggestions about how to successfully stick to a routine, I’d love to hear from you. 

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Friday, 20 January 2012

5000 words and being in the zone


Yesterday I wrote 5000 words and finally completed the first draft of my next horse novel for teenagers.  I worked on it for 10 hours, having 2 very short breaks to eat.  I quite like being in the zone to the extent that I forget everything else but it is so intense, I wouldn‘t want this kind of creative state to last too long.

I just hope the story achieves what I intended and that the reader is moved.  These days when I write I tend to think in terms of a single main theme and in this case the theme is love.

I realise that when I watch a film or read a book I now want to distill it down to a single theme.  I may explore this further in a future post…..after a midnight finish yesterday,  tonight will be an evening off writing (apart from posting this blog).   More over the weekend.....

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Event for writers at Sussex University 20-22 January

I have just come across what looks like an interesting event for readers and writers taking place this weekend at Sussex University.  I'm a Sussex alumni but I found out about this by accident, yesterday, when I was having coffee and cake in a new cafe in Folkestone called Batt and Berg.  I was enjoying their lovely banana and chocolate loaf and Guinness parkin when I came across an article in a copy of the Guardian lying on the table. My lunchtime read of Marcus Aurelius Meditations was quickly put to one side to scan what is my favourite newspaper (although I rarely buy papers these days).  Anyway, the event looks good so I thought I would share it with you.  It's called First Fictions and launches 20-22 January and celebrates first novels by new and established writers, with author talks, workshops and an academic conference.


Friday, 13 January 2012

Connectivity and communion

After yesterday's post, I saw a wildlife film on BBC last night that featured wild Carmargue horses and I got to thinking - why horses?  What is it about horses that make us fall in love with them?  Aesthetically, they are beautiful, noble and powerful. Their eyes, their expressions, move us.  I plan to see the film Warhorse next week, and just looking at the horse on the film poster makes me cry!  

Then I thought about the deep seated need we have to connect and communicate with another living being, be that a human animal or a non-human animal.  It's all about communion.  Still doesn't answer the question about horses.  But  a profound spiritual experience occurs when we feel we truly know and understand another living creature, and that they know us. A mixture of relief, joy, calm - and acceptance that some mystery will always remain, and that is what makes it so special and unique. 

Related posts:

http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/01/on-connections.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/running-writing-and-living.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2011/12/on-books-digital-landscape-and-bigger.html

Thursday, 12 January 2012

Falling off and getting back on again


I rode regularly as a child and teenager then became a more sporadic rider when I got the first of many jobs, went to University and got more jobs.  Writing remained a constant (mostly).

Then, after a long gap, in my 30s I started riding lessons again.  Buying the hat, boots and jodhpurs (and gloves!) was very exciting because, as a child, I’d never had the right gear and usually rode in jeans.  I felt like a “proper rider”.

Although I never completely lost my nervousness, this was my golden riding age in terms of achievement, thanks to Soames and Benson.  Soames was a big bright chestnut “schoolmaster”, very forward going, responsive and knowledgeable.  I was a bit scared of him in our first lessons together but he enabled me to experience my first perfect walk to canter transition, which was a revelation!  Soames, although you left this world many, many moons ago, I will always be grateful for what you taught me and the confidence you gave me.

Benson was a bad-tempered bay, not overly fond of humans on the ground but when you were on his back, he was totally different.  Willing, bold and very experienced.  I remember the first time I rode him on a cross country course and was confronted by a row of tyres capped with a pole that looked pretty scary to me.  I hadn’t done a lot of jumping.  But the instructor said, "He knows what to do.  Just let him do it.”  So I did.  And he did.  I felt on cloud nine that night, amazed at what I had been able to achieve on this horse.  I hope Benson is keeping Soames company in horse heaven.  Both horses have made appearances in several guises in my pony books and my book Transitions was partly a tribute to Soames.

Shortly after my riding triumph, funds ran out again and another long gap from riding followed.  More than 10 years ago, maybe longer, I rode again.  The horse was a young, dark bay called Stormy and half way through the lesson, he bucked me off.  This was a first for me and came so out of the blue - one minute we were cantering happily, the next I was flying through the air and narrowly avoided being impaled on the fence.  It shook me up a tad.  I lay in the sand for a while, contemplating what had just happened.  Legs shaking, I caught up with Stormy and remounted.  But my nerve had gone.

Recently, I have been trying to tackle my phobias and fears and understand now why it it so important to get back on after a fall.  To face the fear as soon as possible, because the longer you let it fester, the bigger it becomes.

Gazing out of the window on a train journey just before Christmas, looking across the frost covered fields, I had a sudden urge - longing almost - to be on horseback again.  The place where I used to ride has gone, but I’ve made enquiries and found a local stables where I can try again.  I’ve resolved 2012 will be the year I get back on again -  in every sense.

Monday, 9 January 2012

Footsteps in the Sand - Guest blog from Jan Woodhouse


In response to feedback, I'm delighted to post a guest blog from artist, photographer and writer Jan Woodhouse.  Check her website www.artatwoodhouse.co.uk and blog. 

"Responding to your blog (which I really like) I was thinking about your comments on life journeys.  The word ‘journey’ has become a bit of a cliché, what with all the contestants on X-Factor banging on about their respective journeys.  But whether or not we use the ‘J’ word, I think we all have a sense of some sort of process in our lives, and try as I might I can’t think of another word that fits the bill.  I suppose the usual themes embody some sort of personal success or fulfilment, or an incremental building of self-belief. A notion of progress is usually implied.  But what about all those detours and diversions and interruptions along the way?  All those little passages that seemed so irresistible but turned out to be cul-de-sacs?  And yet perhaps even the darkest and dustiest of these had something worth finding.

On 28th March 2010, not long after I started my blog,  I posted some thoughts on Footsteps in the Sand, and I guess this is still relevant.  Are we more interested in the footsteps we leave behind, or what we glimpse along the way?"

Jan Woodhouse

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Running, cats and writer's block


When I was a child, a teenager and throughout my twenties, writing came so easily and the words would flow effortlessly.  Now, I have to wrestle the words out.  It’s a struggle. A wrench.  Like dragging myself  from under the duvet on a cold winter morning.

Last summer, I took up running.  The main reasons were fitness and weight loss, but actually the thing I like best about running is the head space it gives you.  And, although I keep harking back to this, each run is a short journey.  And journeys are so effective at stimulating the creative juices.

When I was on my way back from a run on Friday morning, I noticed up ahead that a black and white cat was sitting on the zebra crossing in the middle of the road.  He was deeply engrossed in sniffing at something that demanded his attention, so much so that when a a learner in a driving school car passed by me towards the crossing, the cat stayed put.  The car stopped and the instructor must have told his pupil to sound the horn.  A loud hoot still didn’t persuade the cat to move.  I wondered what would happen next.  I was worried about the cat, wondering if I should try and scoop him up and keep him safe.  But the car, after waiting a bit longer,  simply drove onto the wrong side of the road and round the cat, who then sauntered casually away.

Watching this,  I recalled an assertiveness course I  attended many moons ago.  I don’t remember much about it but what did stick was this advice:  if you encounter an obstacle, either remove it or go round it.

I don’t really believe in writer’s block as such, in the sense that I rarely have problems getting ideas.  The issue is reining those ideas in and focussing on what to do with them.  And writing them down.  The actual writing, that’s the hard bit.  My favoured approach, like the car, would be to go around the obstacle.  In practical terms, this means doing something else until I can address the real problem.  So if I’m not working on my novel, like I should be, I might write a short story, a feature, a blog (my own or a guest blog) or get on with some marketing.  I hate to waste time.  So although I’m not actually removing my obstacle at least I’m achieving something.    I suppose you could call it productive procrastination.

That cat was really cute.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Blog stuff

Just trying to get to grips with blogrolls, following, and technical stuff....lots to learn....

The Beautiful Room

The Beautiful Room is an imaginary place where all the unpublished manuscripts and unperformed music is stored.  A room bursting with creativity, colour and sound.  Just waiting to be discovered, for someone to open that door........

Monday, 2 January 2012

More on journeys

I said in a previous blog that life is a journey.  I do believe this.  I feel it.  Not long after I had written it I started to read Super Sad True Love Story, a novel set in the future by Gary Shteyngart.  He was interviewed in the BBC documentary called Books - The Last Chapter (referred to in a previous blog) and this inspired me to seek out his novel.

The second paragraph reads, “Don’t let them tell you life is a journey.  A journey is when you end up somewhere.  When I take the number 6 train to see my social worker, that’s a journey.”

That made me think about my journey.  Where do I want to end up?  I don’t know the answer yet, although we all end up in the same place ultimately.  Journey and destination.  Both matter.

Train journeys and car journeys both provide great creative space, I find, whether I am driver or passenger.  Ideas fire off unprompted in a way that rarely happens if I am staring at my computer screen.

I’ve just read Rumblestrip by Woodrow Phoenix, a monochrome graphic book all about what happens when we get behind a steering wheel.  The layout cleverly simulates a car journey and as you read, you feel as if you are in fact on a virtual car journey.  I came across this book in a store in London at http://www.theschooloflife.com/

I keep promising myself I will go on one of their day schools some time.  Anyway, the book provides alarming statistics about deaths caused by driving and is thought-provoking.  I sometimes dream about driving a car, and when I drive at night, I sometimes wonder if I am dreaming.  Woodrow Phoenix describes it perfectly:

“There is a dreamlike quality built into the experience of driving.  A car windshield is a big window.  And also a screen….locations unwind on the other side of this rectangular glass almost as they do on a movie screen….you sit cocooned in your cabin….everything outside your windows is contained, the rest of the world an arm’s length away…..you glide through location after location as if they were erected just for you to drive past.  Every journey is a narrative with you at the centre.”  

I love that last line.

Related posts:
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/for-journey.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/01/footsteps-in-sand-guest-blog-from-jan.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2011/12/journeys-and-shapes.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/wheels.html




On connections

I’ve been thinking a lot about connections.

The internet is all about connections.  As someone whose favourite place as a child (apart from the riding stables) was the library, the opportunities to explore and research and learn through the internet is what I find most exciting.  Your own, constantly evolving, library.  Amazing.

But the internet has spawned it’s most popular child, Facebook.  I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook.  Although it’s power and influence alarms me, I have a profile.  I post from time to time.  I like the way I can stay in touch with my friends and share events and thoughts with them.  It enables us to make connections and feel part of a community.  Humans need to feel connected.

We enjoy comedians when we can recognise the situations and emotions they describe.  I was watching Michael McIntyre the other night and I laughed because what he was saying was so familiar.  It’s the same with the writers we click with.  If they create characters that we can empathise with, we care about them.  We need to feel connected, part of something bigger.  To know we are NOT alone (although we are). It creates a necessary illusion.

Ironic that on so many levels humans have the tools to be more connected than ever before, yet on a deeper level we can feel disconnected.

More on this will follow, because as I approach my fiftieth year a number of interrelated topics demand my attention - as a writer and as a human being.

Journeys.  Connections.  Identity.  Purpose.

For most of my life I have set myself goals and targets.  I would feel adrift without them.  But recently I have realised that more important is purpose.  More elusive but offering a deeper level of satisfaction.    I haven’t identified my purpose yet but I will.  Soon.

Related posts:

http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/01/connectivity-and-communion.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/running-writing-and-living.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2011/12/on-books-digital-landscape-and-bigger.html

Saturday, 31 December 2011

On books, the digital landscape and bigger stuff

Before Xmas, I watched the BBC documentary called Books - The Last chapter? in which Alan Yentob spoke to writers, agents, publishers and thinkers about the future of the printed word.  Or books to be precise.  I found it thought-provoking, disturbing and strangely moving.  I cried.  Then I watched it again and made notes because in June 2012 I will be organising a conference in Folkestone to explore and discuss the way that digital technology is impacting on writers and readers.

Some choice snippets from the BBC programme:
  • Digital makes the private public. 
  • Technology expands the mind but shrinks the world
  • Technology offers a choice to broaden horizons
  • Are we addicted to technology? 
  • We are trading 24 hour global connectivity for privacy, individuality and ultimately humanity
  • "The challenge today is to disconnect.  It takes religious conviction to say no to it, because everyone’s at the party, everyone wants your attention, everyone’s screaming for it.  The party’s everywhere.”   (writer Gary Shteyngart)
  • We made the books, then the books made us
  • “First we shape our tools, then our tools shape us.”  (Marshall McLuhan)*
  • The internet is brain changing.  The way the brain experiences a book (printed) is different to a digital book. 
The last point interested me and a reference was made to Hebb’s Law.  If I understood it correctly, the assertion was that if you use a specific technology often enough (or undertake any highly repetitive action) neurons in your brain fire in a certain way and make strong connections so that the action we undertake becomes second nature.  This “rewires” the brain.  The conclusion being that as human beings, use of digital technology that encourages a short attention span could mean we are effectively rewriting or re-programming our brains and that this will affect our evolution.  Mind blowing (literally).
“Electronic media creates an oral culture - emotional, subjective, collective, irrational.”  Marshall McLuhan again.  

* Marshall McLuhan was a prophet in his own time. As early as the 1960s, he saw the powerful impact of technological change on the world and showed us a new way to explain our world and society. Today, such McLuhan phrases as "sensory impact," "the global village," and "the medium is the message" have become part of the language. 
http://www.mcluhanmedia.com/m_mcl_manmessage.html 

Related posts:
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/01/connectivity-and-communion.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/01/on-connections.html
http://janeayres.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/running-writing-and-living.html

Friday, 30 December 2011

Journeys and shapes

I was once asked about my need to document everything.  I had never thought about it directly.  Maybe it was a way of not forgetting.  That’s why I always make lists.  But it is more about remembering emotional states, situations.  Having proof.  In nearly 50 years of life I have experienced so much yet how much do I remember?  A tiny fraction.  That makes me sad.  I want to remember everything, to be able to access my hard drive whenever I choose.  It can be a struggle remembering a long way back, yet we might hear a piece of music or smell a scent and in an instant, it can open a door to access a long forgotten memory.  How amazing.

Everything we have done or felt shapes us.  The people we meet and how they impact on our lives.  Love and loss, pleasure and pain.  It makes us who we are and we are evolving constantly, incrementally.  As writers, who and what we are, all the baggage we have acquired or offloaded on the journey, finds a way consciously or unconsciously into our work. 

When I re-read work written years before, tiny details – a name, a turn of phrase – can once more evoke a situation, a person – and I retrieve a once forgotten memory. 
Writers are told in manuals and on courses to write from experience.  But we can’t help it.  That doesn’t mean it has to be literal but it often is.  Writing can illuminate, help us understand ourselves and the world. 

On people


Life is about the people we encounter.  People are interesting.  Their stories fascinate and engage us.  That’s why people love to watch soaps.  The novelists and scriptwriters that I admire most create convincing characters that make me care about them. 
I’m lucky enough to know some amazing, inspiring people.  I’ve put links to their sites on the right.  People with passion and determination to make things happen.  They walk the talk.