Sunday, 2 September 2012

On second thought, maybe I'll just stick to dancing



6163 / 50000 words. 12% done!

A Freeform Poem, By The Asthmatic, Out-of-Shape Author, Upon Taking Up Jogging

well this isn’t so bad
I feel kind of badass. Like the king of the road
Or the world
I think I like “king of the road” better. Sounds more Springsteen.
Man, my keys are REALLY noisy. I need a place to keep them that isn’t around my neck.
I think my watchband is loose.
Breathing is getting a bit difficult. No big. I’m the king of the road!
Okay, my chest is starting to hurt. I think I’ll stop at the corner.
Or . . . not at the corner.
Ow, ow, ow.
Oh hey! Passerbys! Well I can’t stop now; they’ll think I’m not committed to the jogging experience.
I am totally committed to the experience. I am the king of jogging. And the road.
Ow ow, burning chest pain, ow. Is this normal?
Maybe I should have googled this before going out.
NO. BADASS KINGS OF THE ROAD DON’T GOOGLE.
Is that a bus, or the bright light of my imminent demise?
Am I going to die like Oliver Welles?
 OH GOD THE BRIGHT LIGHT
IT CALLS TO ME
TELL MY MOTHER I LOVE HER.

Saturday, 1 September 2012

Ganging aft a-gley

Well loyal readers- er, reader- er- let's start again!

Well it seems that my plan to update this blog daily has fallen flat on its ass right out of the gate. To be fair, it's not MY fault; I'm not sitting at home, twiddling my thumbs and refreshing Cracked.com instead of updating. I moved into my university residence today and discovered, to my endless dismay, that the internet will not be up and running until Tuesday. Tuesday!!!! I mean sure I'll be at the theatre for most of tomorrow, and the university itself (plus Williams Cafe, where I am currently situated) has free wifi, but! No! Internet! I, like Anne Shirley, am in the depth of despair.

. . . well at least I'll be able to write with fewer distractions. In the meantime, tally ho, and please enjoy this complementary photo of the chicken ceasar wrap I had for lunch.


Has anyone ever finished one of these? Like, entirely? I think not.

Friday, 31 August 2012

That blogging thing

I've had an active ~presence~ on the internet since I was a wee thing, and spent my early online years trawling this endless series of tubes trying to find any scrap of information I could pertaining to James Cameron's 1997 masterpiece Titanic. One website stands out fondly in my memory; circa 2002, it featured several flashing gifs, midi files, and a giant background picture of poor Leonardo diCaprio floating away into the Atlantic while Kate Winslet looks helplessly on. Now I know better; now I'm after Pretty Little Liars.

But the point of this little ramble down memory lane is simply this: in all my e-travels, I've never really blogged for public consumption. Which is odd, when you think about it; I've called myself a writer for as long as I've been online, and yet it never occured to me to have a blog written specifically for people to read. Oh, I've had plenty of blogs; but they ran more along the lines of online diaries, the kind you set on fire when you reread them as an adult, shuddering at how woeful you were because your mom wouldn't let you stay up late to watch The X-Files. Fortunately, the handy delete button most websites come with make burning your early diaries that much easier, and more environmentally conscious. No trees died for this angst! But, circling back 'round to the point of this entry, that still leaves me without any kind of written record that I write For The People instead of for myself. I love my e-diaries, but the fact is, they're written for me, and that's not a good habit to be in when you want to write for public consumption. Not unless you want to be [insert cheap shot at popular female novelist here].

So: I have a blog! A proper-type blog with a nice layout and my face attached (sure it's my face hugging a dalek, but still: face) and a promise to you, my readers. As I embark on my quest to finish and publish a YA novel on my own, in the footsteps of so many great YA authors who went before me, I vow to you that not only will I hold myself accountable via daily updates on my progress, I will also update you on my life in general at least once a day. I cannot promise that I will do this without fail, but I can promise to let you kick my virtual ass if I don't. After all, I'm entering into a contract with you- with this blog, you get to demand content of me. So over the course of this long strange trip of writing a novel, we are going to count on each other. Whatever we have at the end- a terrible first draft and 350 days' worth of unintelligible entries- we can't say we didn't try.