So, if you’re not aware, this month is Movember, and is also National Novel Writing Month. This means two things: I’ll be growing an awesome moustache, and will be sporting a mohawk for the entirety of Movember I’ll be hiding away whilst attempting to write 1667 words per day If you’re not aware of what Movember is about, then check out http://www.movember.com/ for details. If you feel like donating to my cause, or seeing updated photos of my progress, then you can check out my team page. The site is not being very friendly so I cannot find a link, but you can search for “The Selleck ‘Stache Syndicate”. You can also watch my twitter account closely for weekly updates on the mo, and there’s a photo of Day 1 below. As for the NaNoWriMo side of things, I’ll be focusing those 50K words on The Christopher Dickens Story, which means that, hopefully, at the end of November I’ll have a first draft done. It also means that updates here will be less frequent, perhaps limited to once a week or once every two weeks, as my brain is being fried. Thanks for sticking around, see you on the other side. Brett
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I thought, since I’ve been absent for a long time, that I’d give everyone an update as to what’s new and forthcoming in that wonderful, all-encompassing term “soon”, in the life of this writer.
A new short story is upcoming, soon, available on amazon and via Smashwords (and thus everywhere else that they push to). It’s called The Magical Tree, and I’ll let you know as soon as it hits.
I have another short story in the works, recently finished, going through the editing process. It’s untitled as yet, but it has zombies in it. The only way I could make it better would be to add bacon. Or put it in a pie. I digress.
The novel, also untitled (officially), is underway. You can check out some horribly first draft type stuff here, on my other blog. Working title is The Christopher Dickens Story. It’s about a third of the way done, and beware: the posts are not all in proper order and are hideously unedited.
I have some ideas banging around for a few other stories, but I’ll stick to editing and getting the previously mentioned 2 out first, and then knuckle down and finish those, solely for your enjoyment.
I also read some cool new books: Hyddenworld, and Wall of Days. I’ve reviewed them on goodreads, so find me, add me, read the reviews, then go out and buy the books and be cool like me. While we’re on the subject of “find me and add me”, I’m also on google+, so go add me to your circle, punk.
Finally, I discovered the wonder of kindlegraph, which you should check out too. I’ll sign it for you, if you want.
And that’s that! Enjoy the weekend folks, and remember that you can still grab Into the Rift for free while the Smashwords sale is on, until Sunday midnight. Link, if you haven’t worked it out yet, is here.
Just a quick update on my current situation: I’ve had the last two weeks off work, due to what I’m going to refer to as “the condition”. Trust me, it’s better that way. You do not want to know details. On Monday past, I saw a specialist for “the condition”, and he advised that I needed surgery. So on Tuesday, I packed my bags and went to the hospital, where “the condition” was operated on. I spent 2 nights in the care of wonderful nurses, and was discharged yesterday.
I’m now home, recovering from “the condition”, which can take anywhere as long as 3-6 weeks. So, normal service shall resume as soon as I am not too drugged up on painkillers to write. Hang in there folks, and thanks for the kind wishes from all the kind people who’ve been well wishing me (and cringing at my descriptions of “the condition”).
- builders never, ever finish on time (and always run over budget)
- weddings are expensive
- weddings are the best time of your life
- saxophonists rock!
- writing a book is easy, but writing a good book is more time-consuming and considerably more difficult
- it’s easy to self publish a book, both through amazon and smashwords
- it’s not easy to design your own cover for said self published book
- if you want to be ripped to shreds, try your hand at writing
- getting angry with the customer service rep gets you nowhere
- don’t take those pictures of your nether regions
- if you do, don’t send those pictures to anyone
So, what have you learned this year?
Whilst reading up on some things for one of my stories, I came across the story of the Winchester Mystery House. Not knowing anything about it, I decided to do a bit of research (which admittedly involved reading the article on Wikipedia) and found the results fascinating. The house, or mansion, really, was owned by one Sarah Winchester, the widow of gun magnate William Winchester.
Supposedly, after falling and having her two children die, a medium suggested that the spirits of all the people killed by Winchester rifles were haunting her, and that only “continuous construction” would prevent the spirits from harming her. From 1884 – 1922, the house was under continuous construction, and the final structure has some 160 rooms, of which 40 are bedrooms. There are 47 fireplaces, 17 chimneys, 2 basements and 2 ballrooms.
Mrs. Winchester also had an affinity for the number 13 and for spider web motifs, somehow connected to her will to protect herself from the ghosts. In her honour, every Friday the 13th the large bell on the property is rung 13 times at 1 o’clock p.m. (13:00). Fascinating! The thought of all those ghosts haunting the person responsible for their deaths…makes for an excellent story.
While looking that up, I thought about some famous haunted places in South Africa. The one I’ve been to – Pilgrim’s Rest, a town in Mpumalanga that was declared a gold field in 1873. It still has all the old style buildings left and is a national monument. Perhaps most famously, it’s graveyard houses the robber’s grave – where all the other graves are laid in one direction, the robber’s grave is placed perpendicular to them, and contains only a cross and the words “ROBBER’S GRAVE”. I never experienced any haunting when I visited, but others have, and it’s said a particular room is haunted.
Another place that I would love to visit is Matjiesfontein – supposedly the most haunted town in South Africa. One ghost in particular is said to be a wounded British soldier who appears at the turn-off to the Memorial Cemetery with his arm in a sling and a bloody bandage around his head. The Lord Milner is also reputed to be haunted by ghosts that can be heard laughing in empty rooms.
I love reading about haunted houses and towns – it’s always fascinated me, and always gives a spark of inspiration for some creative writing.
So – have you ever been to one of the places mentioned, and have you ever experienced a haunting of your own? I’d love to hear from you in the comments!
As a boy of eight, I received a much-loved birthday gift from my father. Entitled “Horror stories for thirteen year olds” or something of a similar note, I distinctly recall its green cover, with a black and white sketch of a small boy running amidst spooky trees and long strands of giant hair (by that, I mean the hair of giants, which naturally is giant in itself). I read the book with glee; the kind of childish pleasure that you get not only from doing something forbidden (an eight year old reading scary thirteen year old stories, can you say forbidden!) but also from discovering a delight you have never savoured. It was this delight which would stick with me, ever-changing, but never leaving, throughout my childhood, and until now.
That delight concerns horror stories. Not your slasher type horror story, where humans can act out on their terrible desires and cause harm and terror on whomever they so please. No, the supernatural horror story: ghosts and ghouls and demons, giants and spiders and bats and the undead. Terrifying vampires, lurching zombies, spooky banshees. My fascination for this genre drove me to discover the wonder of the public library, where weekly I would shuffle in and devour any and all horror / supernatural material I could get my hands on. Naturally, this fascination has driven my taste in books, movies and tv shows, and of course my own writing. However, it has been a long time since I’ve stumbled across something that could take me back to that joyous feeling of my childhood – that pleasure in reading a book that is fascinating and terrifying at the same time, that sends shivers up your spine and makes you think twice about wandering around in the dark. I recently had the joy of reading John Connolly’s short story collection, Nocturnes:
Though not all reviewers agree (see some of the reviews left on Amazon.com), I think that this book shows a mastery of the short horror tale by Connolly. Whilst some of the longer pieces in the book are works of art (the Charlie Parker novella at the end is gloriously creepy, and actually freaked me out at one point, late into the night) the shorter pieces are of equal beauty. Tales of giant spiders, humanoid bats, ghosts, strange gods and lurking childhood fears will keep you awake late into the night, even after you’ve finished the book in one sitting. As a fan of horror, of King and Koontz and Barker (among others), I am in love with this book. It lies on my bedside table, awaiting the next read through. If you enjoy horror, do yourself a favour. Buy this book. You will not be disappointed.
You often hear the question “Why do you write?” You get various answers from different writers, each reflecting their own views on the process. In this post, I’ll attempt to outlay why I write.
People ask me why I write. The honest answer? I don’t know. I just do: I sit down and tell myself I need to write a cool story, because, well, it’s cool. I tell myself I have an imagination which, when let run wild, can produce a worthwhile read for someone else, and so I bang off a few thousand words and get going. Honestly though, do I mean those things? I can’t say for sure. I’m still sitting down, writing. So that’s one thing.
I like a good story. I think I have many of those in my head, and like to think I’m decent at telling a good story. I guess that’s the main reason I write. There are supplementary reasons, though. Like money. I’ve yet to make any money from my writing, but I’m led more and more to believe that there are people out there who enjoy what I write, and would pay a few dollars to read it. That thought spurs me on to write more, but there are other reasons, too.
It’s a challenge. Writing is hard work, at the end of the day. You can spend hours, days, weeks, or months (some people spend years) on a story, and at the end of it have something that nobody wants to read because they don’t think it’s any good. That’s a hard pill to swallow. I think I’m better than that. I think that each time I sit down to write, I’m a little better than the last time. Sometimes I read a story or book and think to myself, hell, I’m better than this! I’m, challenging myself to fight the terror of failure, of rejection, in writing. The thought of people reading my work and not enjoying it is terrifying.
So, at the end of it all, am I any closer to answering that question? Probably not. It’s not something I can really explain to someone who doesn’t write. But hopefully one day they’ll buy my books, and then they’ll know why. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
Why do you write?