Wednesday, November 22, 2017

A Stich In Time Saves Nine


This is the boring part of the countdown where I have no news or hints. Sorry about that.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

TEN-der is the Night

And now the start of a countdown.


Sunday, August 20, 2017

Flash Fiction Adventures

This is the story of me entering a writing competition and making a boneheaded mistake.

So website Podcastle publishes audio fantasy stories, mostly ones that have been previously published elsewhere. They are holding a flash fiction competition, for fantasy stories of 500 words or less, which are voted for by members of their forums.

I wrote a story about magic swords and how you shouldn’t put two in the same room, re-wrote it and then, just before entering it, I checked it one last time, made a change or two, copied it into the submission box and then ignored it until the closing date.
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They got 196 entries and split them into 16 groups to be voted on. For each group members of the forum got three votes and the top three went through.

My story turned up in group three and due to me being an idiot it was missing the last two paragraphs. (I checked and these paragraphs were on the second page of the Word document I’d written it in Presumably I only copied and pasted one page.)

So what to do? People had already read, commented and voted for the story. You get all the set up of how bad things happen when you put two magic swords together, and then they open the door and... it stops. A classic if inadvertent cliffhanger ending.

It was missing the description of what the room looks like now and the explanation of what’s actually happened. (Many commenters noted that there was a lot of setup that didn’t pay off and the ending was abrupt. Quite.)

I could have written to the moderators and explained what happened. I could have withdrawn my story. Or... I could let the accidental thing carry on as it is. Give it a chance.

I did. I planned, when I revealed myself as author after it was voted out, to also reveal the story behind the story, which is what you’ve read so far.

By one vote my story made it through to the second stage (semi-final). (Yes I voted for it. If I won’t love my poor misshapen writing who will? This, of course, makes the situation from hereon entirely my fault. If I had swapped my vote for Swordplay to the fourth place story they would have gone through.)

Sorry Before Woodsmoke Danced at the Enati Tree
. (My notes suggest I ranked it fourth). Thank you everyone who cared enough about the six sevenths of my story to vote for it.

So there you have it. The Swordplay I entered was not the Swordplay I intended, but it was its own thing anyway and it had a good run, making it into the semis. I don’t know if there’s a lesson in this. Maybe always check before hitting send. Maybe don’t be afraid of making mistakes. Maybe just that I’m an idiot.

And that’s the story of how I broke my story but some people kind of liked it anyway

Monday, June 05, 2017

5 Things to Keep In Your Pockets If, God Forbid, You Should Have An Accident And Lose Your Memory

1. A matchbook from sleazy club. Not too sleazy though. The waitresses keep their tops on. It’s always good to have somewhere you can get a drink on your investigation trail. [1]

2. A 1937 Silver Half Crown. These go for about £10 which is not a lot, but enough to get you started. Also when the antiques guy notes that it is suspiciously unworn it will raise the question of time travel.

3. A small screwdriver. Always useful.

4. Page 3 of 5 of a letter in which the unnamed writer talks about their reasons for doing something that they don’t explain on that page. Mystery and foreshadowing and some ideas for questions to ask. [2]

5. A key ring advertising Bob’s garage, but unfortunately the phone number has rubbed off, and the key is a copy, not readily identifiable. Whatever it opens will offer at least as many questions as it answers.


[1] Do clubs and bars have matchbooks anymore? Back in the 80s my Dad worked for the Port of Dover and amongst the souvenir/swag items they would give away to visitors were Port of Dover matchbooks, which had the slogan “Matchless”, which now I think of it is not actually that good a slogan to put on a book of matches? Anyway, the actual joke was that the dockers, finding that the matchbook was of low quality and feeling slightly out of sorts with their union at the time claimed the slogan should be “We Never Strike”.

[2] Does anyone write letters anymore? I’m thinking about it and other than formal business and notes in cards I think I maybe wrote two last year?

Monday, May 29, 2017

Don't Use The Seat Of Your Pants, Use a Keyboard Like Me

This is an entry in the Thanet Creative Writers Competition; if this interests you then you can follow that previous link to their blog, or this one to go to the reddit page created for it and find other entires to vote for if you like them. There will be a short advertisment at the end of this post.

Plotting or Pantsing: What is best for me?

It's plotting.


What, you want more? Okay.

Here's a scan of an A4 sheet of paper I had as my plan for writing a novel. (Click on it to make it bigger) The first picture is the relationship and brief character descriptions for the suspects in the murder mystery that would take up the first third of the book. At the top is the question that drives the story: Who Killed Lord Allenmore And Why?

Other notable features of this page include the seating arrangements for the dinner party scene, the word count for the first few days before I decided to record them elsewhere and a few other notes ("Coronation", "Off course betting illegal", and "Canoodling") that I scribbled there because the sheet was to hand and I wanted to write them down before I forgot.

How did I use this page? Essentially, whenever a character appeared I would glance at their motive and relationship and decide what information they would give; when reviewing a scene I would ask if what they said and did was consistent with the details on this page and also check that a motive and whereabouts had explained at some point.

Now the reverse side. At the top the three acts of the novel. Then a list of the events that need to occur in the first act, in the approximate order they would occur in. It's not quite a scene-by-scene breakdown; there are more scenes in the finished work, and some events span more than one scene. However essentially everything that I've noted there occurs in about that order.

At the bottom, upside down, are a few things to remember. So you don't have to stand on your head they say:

Storm? Cutoff?
Telegrams? conflict! (between being cutoff and telegrams. I did not cut them off in the final story.)

The Murder Weapon
- Missing?
- Occult Links?
- Seance!
Marzipan

Servants - Class
ignored? - noticed by Schneemann?

Clothes - Edwardian Casual
Food - Kitchen disrupted
Wigs, makeup, disguise
Cigars - Diving Helmet!

Not all of these elements made it into the final writing (the marzipan and diving helmet are nowhere to be seen and although there is a threat of a seance, it did not occur until Act 3). One of the servants, not noted amongst the list of people, went on to become a major character in the story.

My plotting is not so much a blueprint as a framework to hang things on. I knew I wanted a parlour scene because it's a classic mystery denouement, and I had some good jokes for it. Exactly what would be revealed, who would be accused, what the solution was - all that was up for grabs. "The Police" appears once on the sheet, and relatively late, but they are major drivers of the plot, forcing people to declare their innocence, investigating things better left undiscovered, trampling the flowerbeds looking for the weapon.

In fact when I sat down to write (not the first scene, which I had previously written as an exercise, so I began on page three, always a nice feeling) I hadn't decided on the killer; at least two and possibly four of them were in the frame. I intended to choose whoever seemed appropriate at the time.

Or in other words I was going to improvise, create the solution by the seat of my pants, and then edit the clues to make sense in the second draft. That's the way to write, leaving it all open, a space in which to just let loose.

Might be worth noting that my ideas for Act 2 when I started writing Act 1 were - heist, seven statues, boss, apprentice, crew, villains, chase, vault, misdirection. By the time I got there I had several pieces of paper like the ones you see here.

Act 3 was - Things Get Weird. CONFRONTATION WITH THE BAD GUY.

There you go.

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The novel that emerged from this planning some four and a half drafts later is an Edwardian comedy crime story called The Inexplicable Affair of the Mesmerising Russian Nobleman and is available at Amazon.co.uk for both Kindle ebook and in paperback. Before you rush off and buy it, a friend is currently giving it a solid line reading to try and make things like capitalisation and punctuation consistent so I shall be creating a new version of it, hopefully towards the end of June. The ebook will update when that happens; any paperbacks printed before that will, sadly, have both missing and unecessary commas. The book can be purchased here.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Thanet Love

This is an entry into the Thanet Creative Writers Writers Writing Competition responding to The Thing I Love Most About Thanet Creative Writers. I have, of course, approached it obliquely in the actual piece so I'll say I like that it gets me feedback, I'm not just throwing words out on the internet for them to vanish without a trace.

What do you love most about Thanet Creative Writers?

Well this is awkward. Obviously it’s possible to feel love for an organisation, a group, a gathering of people formal or informal. Even fictional things can be loved. Sometimes I think that everyone I’ve ever loved were fictional!

That came out wrong.

I mean we’ve been hanging out for a few months now so perhaps I should have expected this. It’s just, you know, it feels like we’ve skipped a step or two.

It’s like this: I know you value words and don’t use them lightly. So when you say ‘What do you love about Thanet Creative Writers?’ you’re not using the word to mean something like ‘I would really love some ice cream’. There’s more emotion there. Not that there isn’t emotion about ice cream, but it’s an ephemeral thing, more of a crush than a...

Still, we’re not talking about settling down forever are we. It’s just, you know, a thing. You knew from the start I write elsewhere.

I knew you’d understand. That’s what I... that’s one of the great things about you. 

Friday, May 19, 2017

Writing Advice

Classic Writing Advice: Show, Don’t Tell

Alternate Writing Advice:

Tell us everything we need to know. Pour that information out on us. Cut out the unneeded drama and description and have a character blurt out a hundred years of family history. Boil your story down to the one key scene and explain to us how we got here and why we should care. Make sure we understand what is going on, then hit us with your best shot.

Classic Writing Advice: Write What You Know

Alternate Writing Advice:
 
Write what you don’t know. Write things you’ve barely glimpsed, half-imagined. Write of places you haven’t been, that don’t exist, that are impossible. Write about people who surprise you, events you can’t predict, emotions you’ve never felt. Make up stories you never thought of. Tell tales only you can tell, and only today because you didn’t know them until now. Use words you had to look up, figures of speech you hadn’t heard before, slang so fresh and raw you don’t know how rude it is.

Dive deep into a pool of ignorance and pluck pearls from the bottom. Create situations that are unfamiliar and then break them so they are unrecognisable. Turn off into an unfamiliar genre, then ignore the conventions and write it into uncharted territories. Write what you know, then delete it and write something else, new and dark and unexpected.

Classic Writing Advice: Write From The Heart

Alternate Writing Advice:

Fingers, feet, voice, or, at a pinch, some sort of eye movement detecting system are probably better choices.