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and if so how far did you get? I wrote most of one, and burnt it in a fit of pique while drunk.
i got about 2 pages in, decided i hate everything i write and i haven't tried to write anything since.
Technically I've taken a break from it, to work on where it's going to go, because I just started writing without thinking about it. I've written a couple of chapters so far.
Yeah? Gotta obstacle for him to overcome? Huh? Gotta story brewing there? Working on, working on that for quite some time? Huh? Yea, talking about that 3 years ago. Been working on that the whole time? Nice little narrative? Beginning, middle, and end? Some friends become enemies, some enemies become friends? At the end your main character is richer from the experience?
You deserve some time off.
Little epilogue, everybody learns the hero’s journey isn’t always a happy one
and i really want to finish it one day. i even spoke to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Zerzan and he answered loads of questions i needed for the book
but I always dismiss any of my ideas as being rotten. I'm trying to do some short story / short writing exercises, but I really need to join a class or something - my lack of discipline will be the ruin of me :(
Way to make it sound like I write holiday STI-based fan-fiction ;)
It was because Grouchland posted a thread about entries for a zine on sea monsters, and I thought it would be fun to write something on a given topic (as I always talk myself out of writing otherwise), so I did that and sent it to him. Then he was all "don't call us, we'll call you", and I was like, "whatever, I'm so over it anyway", and then I took photos of an old lady's hands and posted them on my blog underneath the title THE UNBEARABLE FUTILITY OF EVERYTHING.
Thanks buddy. I'm going to try to write some more over Christmas - although this might just be an excuse for me to buy a netbook ;)
Wicked! I'm nicking that as a song title.
The song can be about a crab if you like.
Just kidding :P I assumed that would happen, and anyway it was good for me as it's the first thing I've written since... school, probably! I've not been super-productive since, but I've done a couple of things, so thanks for the indirect kick-start :)
to write a player. A one man play. About Hans. He was a German infantryman during World War II. I haven't got very far yet.
You've scored a rare metric Cardigan (1000 IP)
you'll just write something else again, won't you?
Please leave your thick black non-prescription glasses at the door.
I'm gonna shut up, cos I'm probably being stupid.
They have no face value or cash equivalent.
well done that man
it was called the key and it was about a key
of the writing comp. But I don't like it.
I wrote a book about a butter bean when I was 8 and made a paper mache model of him to accompany it. It was awesome and I still have the model somewhere.
We all had to do it though, choose a bean, grow one in a jar, write a book, make a model. Best EVER time spent in school.
Don't we?! Eh. eh!
Apparently it's 1-3 that it'd be a /knitted/ butterbean.
2-1 - An etching of a butterbean.
7-2 - A collage made from illustrations from kids books bought from charity shops
15-1 - Needlepoint/Cross-stich rustic scene incorporating 3 generations of a butter bean family surrounded by things that have shaped their life
40-1 - Butterbean pop-art screen print.
100-1 - A 1000 word epic poem describing the life of a butterbean.
I laid £20 down that it'd be cross-stitch.
I won't believe it.
On topic: look what my gf made: http://tinyurl.com/knitted-movember (not pictured: the Hitler/Chaplin version)
Oh and no I damn well haven't.
Can we see some pics of your knitted beasts?
and it was about aload of ants, and a blatant rip off of bugs life.
at the time i thought i was a genius.
Yes. My last work was an erotic novella about a gay love triangle between Woodrow Wilson, William Bullitt and Sigmund Freud in 1920s France.
It's called Ambassador of Love. Available in all good bookshops (and most terrible ones).
Orinoco Flow by Enya (included as the perfect background listening accompaniment to your enjoyment of the racy tome)?
*scruntches up manuscript, shoots it into bin*
Which is totally equivalent.
Actually, given most people here, it probably is.
the bete noire of writing
I am unaware of.
That's 50 garlic-infused indie points to each of yers. Not that many, granted, but they come in a special presentation box lined with fabric that's been screen printed with portraits of Voltaire and Sartre. If you remove the indie points and the fabric lining from the box, you'll reveal a hidden photo of a naked vanessa paradis/charlotte gainsbourg*.
*contents may vary
an amuse bouche...
Au contraire, to include such a thing alongside a femme fatale would surely be a faux pas, n'est-ce pas? Quelle horreur, for sure. Cherchez la crème de la crème femme!
tour de fource
Now I keep saying TOUR DE FORCE TOUR DE FORCE to myself in Kraftwerk-song-style
...trans. europe. express...
or quelque chose comme ca
Le monde de l'ordinateur.
and got a couple of chapters in, and even submitted an extract of it for my A-level coursework but since then I've not really felt inspired enough to take it up again.
It took place in a fictional Texas, and the settings were beautiful, though I don't know how successfully I got that across in the writing (it's in a dump somewhere now). But that was the best part of it.
Then who did do it?!
Leaving room for a sequal. And beyond.
Make sure you keep an option on the film rights.
i've used a lot of different writing styles as my attention span is short and i lose patience with it if i just stick with one kind of style throughout. so you have anything from kind of standard, third person "realism" via first person through to letters and journal entries etc.
Ed Hussein and Majid Nawaz beat me to it and I missed hte bandwagon
I could have been minted right now and a darling of the Tories and Melanie Phillips :(
it was just utterly banal and bereft in terms of both ideas and execution. I'm not ever going to try again until I actually have something I want to write about.
this time though i didn't really, i had an idea for a title and just kind of started writing something that would go with that title, and several months later i don't feel that i've said something revolutionary but it's a nice little story and i've had good feedback. so in conclusion, i think that sometimes it's easy to take this kind of thing too seriously, and that's not always useful. the end.
wrote about 18 chapters (maybe 1/2 to 2/3 of a finished novel)
all but a dozen or so pages perished in a hard-drive fail
never felt motivated for a rewrite
212 pages. It had the following twists in it:
*At least one of the hero's friends did not really exist.
*The hero himself told the entire story from a mental institution, meaning none of the story may have happened.
*The hero's final sentence cut off midway through, to suggest that he may have been killed.
*There was also the suggestion that the hero had been dead all the way through the novel.
Basically, I stuck as many crappy cop-outs into the story as I could to prop up what was actually a terribly angsty piece of shit about how society "don't take to kindly t'folks like me." At the time I thought it was the most brilliant thing ever written. I thought it'd make me a nice wad of cash and bring me one step closer to Salma Hayek's marvellous bosom.
I left it for a week, re-read, grimaced, and burned it in the garden.
Never again. Horrible thing to realize you're not the genius you think you are. I advise you never try. It hurts too much.
sold about 12 copies, but still....
I think the idea's strong enough that if I can pull it off it might actually be of interest to publishers and even sell a few copies. I may not be able to pull it off though...
i imagined myself to be something of a potteries jack kerouac but soon realised that shinning my way up sneyd tip hill with my friend dan vomiting all over his shoes at 3am doesn't really compare to climbing desolation peak while shouting haiku's to a bunch of crazy poets.
not for me
But then I happened to be reading a book of short stories by Kurt Vonnegut, and he'd had the same idea, only better, and had written it, much better than I ever could. I think I went and played computer games after that.
Also I had a spell of leaving a notepad beside my bed so I could write down ideas - one night, I woke from a fantastical dream, and in a drowsy state I jotted down some details quickly before I fell back into a rapturous state. I woke up in the morning refreshed, full of joy and wonder at the thought of going on to write my masterpiece.
On the paper was scrawled something barely legible about running up a hill and falling over a fence.
about 8 pages done... slow going. Although I'm only aiming for about 30... I spend too much time overworking images, just to get the look of a freer style, a bit ironic.
Have you scanned any online? I want to see it!
But then the trick to writing is presumably to try a lot more than once and hopefully you'll get better. Or else find Dan Brown's agent as he can clearly sell any old rubbish.
I believe I have. And if I haven't, well ^ that pretty much covers it.
I'm taking the fact no one has assumed my identity, got it published and become more famous than Jesus to mean it may have not been the work of earth shattering genuis I believed it to be at the time.