Random Thoughts

Hi!

Some randomness:

Game of Thrones, season 4 kicked off well. Arya Stark and The Hound are clearly a couple of some sort now, metaphorically speaking. They come complete with squabbles. The episode was good generally, with a good balance of dramatic elements. It did feel to me like a placeholder episode, with the writers moving devices around ilke chess pieces. I felt manipulated a bit, but then what else is drama but artifice? All narratives are full of manipulation, even non-fiction narratives. One could argue that non-fiction is more problematic because it always presents a compromise of what should or should not be said. A point of view is put forward.

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I’ve crossed the 50,000 word barrier in my work-in-progress ‘Rosewater’.  Extermely difficult middle novel events. Difficult to write. This is where I say things like ‘this is absolute rubbish’ and ‘why did I start writing this’ and ‘short stories. I should stick to those’. I’ve written novels before, but none of them has been any good. The middle is always a hardship and I just know that when I get to the rewriting stage I am going to go batshit. Ah, well.

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I’m in a coffee shop doing  a writing binge. It helps, but not a lot.

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I’m catching up with Dexter. On season 5 right now. That series has to be classed as sci-fi. Everything is so far-fetched. Dexter gets away with things so many times across so many years that the only explanation is that he’s Batman, but you know, a Batman who kills (which Batman totally used to do before the Comics Code castrated comics).

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More later. Gotta put some more hours in on that WIP.

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April 12, 2014 · 16:43

The Not-At-All Seeing Eye

The Not-At-All Seeing Eye

chalk pastels on some packaging paper that arrived with a certificate.

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April 6, 2014 · 03:21

Brief Ramble on Reading as a Gateway Drug

“The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive”

Walt Whitman

I read a Whitman poem from 1860 called Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand which is part of book 5 of Leaves of Grass.

As a poem it’s generally agreed to refer to the various types of attraction between males (erotic and platonic), but if you squint it can be taken to refer to the problem of being seduced by books, especially being seduced by writing.

Another line:

“Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting.”

This is not a recognised interpretation. I came at the poem from a lay perspective and drew from it what I wanted.

Virginia Woolf in the novel Orlando wrote:

“For once the disease of reading has laid hold upon the system it weakens it so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the inkpot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.”

Woolf here states something that anyone who loves reading knows intimately: a reader falls in love with words and the making of sentences. It is a pleasure stronger and more enduring than any drug addiction. Reading is a gateway drug to writing. This can be seen from an early stage, from childhood. The writing need not be good, but it emanates from the same place where the love of reading dwells, which means it is its own reward. There’s no real money in writing despite what you may have heard. Yes, there are a few superstars, but most who embark upon it won’t make much cheddar. 

From my perspective it feels good to mould words into a narrative, to transfer my thoughts from my brain into that of a stranger (writing as telepathy, cribbed from Stephen King’s On Writing). The first time I wrote a story I was absolutely happy with was 2013 and the feeling was unbelievable. I felt a peace that I had never experienced before. No, I lie. I once wrote about a biographical traumatic event and felt better as soon as I dropped my pen, but that’s a narrative for another day.

Writing is cool, cruel, capricious and perhaps contagious. You have no idea where it will take you, but the journey is quite a ride. 

 

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Unscramble My Jet-lagged Brains

One week on and I’m still jet-lagged. Not so much today. I’m functioning with minimal impairment, but I can feel it as a clouding of my awareness. I’d say I’m functioning at 80%. Most of that is devoted to the day job. The rest of it is spent not resisting the dust and chaos of my living quarters and not trying to unpack my last suitcase.

I’m bingeing on ‘Dexter’ while I wait for my brains to unscramble. 

Season 4.

It’s far-fetched, this show, but what the hell.

See you when my brains work again.

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I just want to take out the time to say…I really HATE WIndows 8.1

I really HATE WIndows 8.1.

I don’t need to explain. Anyone who has used it knows exactly what I’m sayin’.

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“In order to be…

“In order to be able to harness our imagination constructively, we require the capacity for undirected fantasy and the learned skill to structure thoughts.”

Andrew Sims, Symptoms in the Mind

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April 1, 2014 · 02:52

The Last Hours of the Weekend…

Reading:

The Golem and the Djinni’ by Helene Wecker

‘The Immortal Iron FIst’ by Fraction et al

Listening to:

Peter Tosh, ‘Downpressor Man’

 

 

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