What I found in my computer, tip #1

NO EXCUSES!!!

No excuses what so ever when it comes to writing.

No *choose a number from below and insert it here*

  1. I don’t have time
  2. I have writer’s block
  3. I’m waiting for inspiration
  4. I’m too tired now
  5. Later
  6. Tomorrow
  7. I’m too old/young/unexperienced/whatnot to start
  8. Blaming others for not having time to write
  9. My job is too demanding for me to be able to write in my spare time
  10. But my story idea sucks, it’s not as good as *insert favourite author’s book here*
  11. Excuses!

Writing is like painting or drawing. You don’t become good at it overnight, or just because you took some classes or whatever. A friend told me her drawings looked like a six year old’s drawings, because she had stopped drawing at that age, and the reason my drawings were so good was that I had continued drawing, I had spent several probably thousands of hours drawing, when she had not.

That’s what it comes to. Hard work. Practice. It takes time, and if you don’t do it, you’ll never be any good.

This, however, doesn’t mean that you can’t just sit down one day and write a book one day. Even a six year old can cover a whole canvas with paint, and it can even look artsy, so why can’t you cover a book’s pages with letters? Who knows, it might even look booksy… (not sure if that is a word, but I’m just going to go with it)

So, BIC HOK TAM (That’s short for Butt In Chair, Hands On Keyboard, Typing Away Madly) No excuses any more, get that book down once and for all!

My horoscope for today

is fairly accurate… or should I say scary? This is exactly what I’ve been doing all day long :S these horoscopes are usually very broad and general sounding, but this one… this one… Bullseye! I’m awed.

Friday, Jan 27th, 2012 — You could get lost in your fantasies today about producing great works of art, but you may needlessly worry that you lack the talent to pull it off. Nevertheless, allow yourself to imagine what you might do if you didn’t need to earn a living and manage your everyday responsibilities. There’s no place for self-limiting thinking now, so express yourself as creatively as you can. Make time for playful endeavors, even if only as a practice to connect with your inner child.

Copypasted without rhyme or reason from tarot.com because I don’t know how far back you’re able to see their predictions, and this one was too… too everything to let pass into cyberspaceoblivion, so I had to share it. 🙂

Stuff that accumulate in the corners of the computer

Lately my computer (may I present Alex, the MacBook Pro to you, he has a couple of years on his neck and isn’t as fast as he used to be, but I still love him) has started complaining to me about space. Not that he needed any personal space, it was more about being able to swing about a few good programs without locking up. Which he did. Often. And he complained a lot. And I mean a Lot! Mostly about the start-up disk. He was occasionally giving me nudges by taking extra long time opening programs (especially Firefox for some reason – maybe he doesn’t like me fraternizing with the enemy)

Anyway, I got tired of all his complaints the other day and decided to find out where the heck all those Gigabytes of open space disappeared. (I know, a lot is busy with all the movies, series and music… almost an awful too much a lot for me to admit how much exactly, but that’s not the issue here. The entertainment folder takes up a lot of space, but not THAT much space.)

So I found this folder, until that day completely forgotten, tucked away in the corner. The name of the folder was a stately The Library, and sported a picture of Greek columns on the cover of what seems to be a book.

The Library. Sensing dread I opened the file and WHOA! STUFF! O.O

Two hours later Alex, the MacBook Pro was 8GB richer and I several degrees happier, because guess what I found? I found a sub-folder named…  *drumroll* …

“Writing novels and screenplays”

Packed with tips and tricks on the art of writing. Since then I’ve been sucked into the world of do this, don’t do that, be careful about this, how to write a scene, how to plot, how to character, how to write, how to book etc.

And you know what I’ve learned?
No matter how many famous authors tell you how to write a book, I have to want to tell the story to be able to write it. Some authors reduce writing a book to painting by numbers, but sticking to the rules is the last thing you should do. A Japanese poet wrote centuries ago:

Learn the rules well, and then forget them

So that’s what I’m going to do. 🙂

Hello hello, Gnomeo and Juliet

I can’t seem to get the song out of my mind. I sing it at work, I sing it at home, I listen to it at work, I listen to it at home, and it reminds me of Summer 2011, when I saw the movie, Gnomeo and Juliet, and I feel the heat from the sun, the buzzing bees, and twittering birds outside my windows that have to be open, otherwise it’s too hot in my room.

I like when music reminds you of something so strongly that you’re almost back there, when the melody was first etched into your brain

New Year

So, I haven’t had time to blog for a while (yeah, yeah, excuses excuses!) but I hope your new year started fine and that you’re tagged for everything 2012 has to offer.

I don’t have to mention 21.12.12, do I? Or the Olympics, for those who live in London. Currently, when I look out my window I see the olympic village clutter the skyline with their beige facades and dark windows… Okay, I have to sort of lean out the windows to see it clearly, but I know it’s there 🙂 Anyone going for the olympics? Me, myself and I plan on evacuating by the time the champions roll in and before the tube gets too clogged with visitors… no matter how much they say they’re prepared, I’m sure it’s going to be chaos once it’s here, and I can’t be bothered to be here in the chaos. Just a normal summer with tourists on the streets of London is enough for me.

Enough about that already. The point I wanted to get to is New Years Resolutions. Do you have any? I’ve been blissfully unaware of these the biggest part of my life, it’s only the last couple New Years that I’ve decided to give it a go… and of course I’ve failed. (might have to do with putting too high goals, I mean, for someone who manage to write one book/year, suddenly writing 4 boos/year is a bit… high…)

Not undoable though. I know I could manage it, but I’m far too undiciplined for it. So this year my resolution is one book. One completely finished, edited, proofread book, for sale online. I set my date for May 1st. We’re now two thirds through January and… I’ve written… actually re-written… ONE chapter. ONE of twenty or twenty five or so.

Yeah.

Wish me luck.

At work

I’ve had the most… I don’t know… weird day? No, weird is not right, other-than-normal more like it.

I finally got rid of standing in the self service checkout! Yay! For almost the whole day I was a greeter, i.e. standing in front of the door, saying hello to customers and helping with their inquiries. And I have had the most nothing-to-do-with-my-workplace-at-all question of all time. We’re big on DIY (Do it yourself). We sell stuff from paving slabs to feature wallpaper to lettuce seeds – one could say a whole house could be built by just using stuff from my workplace – apart from windows and bricks. We sell neither. Anyway, this man comes in, looks left and right, then straight at me and fires off.

“Do you sell takeaway coffee?”

I’m standing like a fish on dry land for a couple of seconds before I can gather my wits and answer ‘no, but the store across the parking lot does.’

Another customer comes in the door and looks startled at me and says:

“You looked like a cardboard cutout from the outside, I thought you were a cardboard cutout, until you moved.”

I’m thinking of categorizing that as a compliment.

Even though work is occasionally fun/weird (I have co-workers who almost fight in the canteen during breaks, calling each other names and stuff, and half an hour later you can see them side by side laughing) it’s nothing I want to continue with for the rest of my life. I think I’ve said or written this before, but I’m getting fed up. It’s just that a job in this climate is hard to come by, so, just for safety reasons I’m sticking with this for now.