Monday, October 29, 2007

Calling: One of Nine

The last time I was tagged about a year ago. I was playing rugby. I got tagged again. This time it’s more painful than being flattened by a 6 footer brother who doesn’t care much about your bones.

So fellow blogger Phish (whom I refer to as Frederick and the P.G. Wodehouseish guy in this blog) tagged me to write on the "strengths of a writer."
I think Phish covered most of everything from a reader’s perspective. So I’m going to tackle the ‘what makes a good writer?’ from another angle. (Read his gems on
Murighonto).

  1. If I had a hammer, I’d hammer in the morning. If I had a bell to ring, I’d ring it in the evening. If I had a song to sing, I’d sing all over this land. Now I have a pen and it’s sitting on the desk.
    So what I’m saying is that you ain’t a writer unless u write. Most writers that I have met whether they be from the book world or film world tell me the same thing - you need discipline to write. Delusions of artistic muses are all very well but if you really want to write, you have to sit down everyday, every single day, and write. Doodle. Same line over and over again. Just the title. The idea. The line. The first line again. And again. And one day you will have completed your work. (you might read it and scrap it but completing it will be like having climbed up Mordor with friggin’ Frodo on your back whining and whinging and knowing that you’re finally rid of him.) (In my version Sam flings him over with the precious.)

  2. Read like a butterfly. Write like a bee. I often enjoy the process of researching my subject to such an extent that I hardly end up writing. The story grows and grows with every little fact I unearth till it reaches unmanageable proportions and pops like Li’l Jinx’s balloon. Be clear about your story. What it wants to say and what it has to say. And leave the extra information for personal trivia kicks.

  3. Everything is grist to the mill. If you’re a writer you can’t afford to have private emotions. Be conscious of everything you go through and be unashamed about using it. No point in writing what you don’t know. If for no other reason then believe me someone will be able to say it better. You’re like the actor who looks at himself in the mirror when he cries. When I read George RR Martin’s epic series A Song of Ice and Fire I put paid to any ideas I might have had of attempting a series till I had lived a bit more. The magnitude of that work is compelling.

  4. Change the shape of your box. Push your ideas beyond the first thought. Often when my mind is taken over and I first write out the idea, I am loath to change its framework. I like chapter one to remain chapter one and characterizations to be faithful to the first thought. But don’t limit any aspect of your work. Sure there’s a story framework it must stick to but you can punch the box from inside. Take every idea to as many levels as you can – first thought, opposite perspective, plain crazy, logical, etc.

  5. All ideas have a life and character of their own. This is something I really and truly believe. If you let an idea play in your mind sooner or later it’ll tell you whether it wants to be a poem, a short story, an article, a film or a book. And when you see its face you’ll be stunned at how natural the fit is. Don’t force an idea into a regular space and don’t rush it. I remember being stuck with an idea of a masquerade personifying facets inside our self that I thought was play but it just wouldn’t come. And after months of niggling with it, one afternoon at work it fell into place in a poem about id, ego and superego that I call An Ode to Maya.

That’s it I think. I’m on a learning curve myself with this so any tips are welcome. I might have completely missed the point Phish was asking me to make. But there’s the nice world of possibilities associated with there – words mean a lot of different things.
Long live writing and writers!


picture courtesy: www.allposters.com

Friday, October 19, 2007

Personal Ad From a Past Life Slave Girl

Brown flesh with round scar,
Oft broken white bone,
Red blood spilt and stored
Restless soul growing old
All displayed for slaver’s trade.

The body on sale has no owner
Her price is mind and gold
Brazen flowers, forced kisses,
Hard words from silver tongue
And a weighty chain keeping her ankle cold.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

The In-Limbo Cancan


It’s an Air Conditioningless day here at Surreal But Mice Film Office. I am still here. My pointless dedication shall be the end of me.
I have finished 6 months 10 days and 7 hours here. I think this is now my second longest job. The hot air makes me restless. It’s muggy and you think that hmm maybe if I have to feel muggy I’d rather feel muggy in Marrakech. So here are my options now:

  • A party planner for children birthday’s in Dublin. I’d have to wear a red nose and learn the unicycle. But I am determined at all new careers.

  • A member of a dance group in stage shows. I’m listening to ‘You can cancan’ from the Moulin Rouge. I am just a costume short of a full show. There’s an inverted pun here somewhere. I forget the correct word. Phish?

  • A home stylist. I hear interior decoration requires some learned skill. I spit on it. I am a home stylist.

  • A gift specialist. Busy corporate guys or anyone rich enough to afford me can engage me to buy/make gifts and remember occasions. Wishes for free.

  • A writer who has family money. One or the other is always missing.

  • A shop owner. I have a children’s store called “the rainbow gold”. It’s quite magical. A child wouldn’t want to leave. But I don’t like kids of non-blood (my own) beyond 5 minutes so this is a tough job.

  • A font creator. My latest favourite is Gigi. Like the French movie it has frivolous character.

  • A lady of leisure. Which means my career would be Wife To Rich Man. This might be an easy job to execute but it isn’t an easy job to get.

  • I can't believe I almost forget. A librarian. I already wear specks. To this i will add a tailored white button down shirt, knee length skirt and stilettos. I will also meet an adventurous young man who visits the library but never reads a book. hmm.

Okay I’ve made it to 6 months, 10 days and 7 hours and 5 minutes.


photo courtesy: http://www.flickr.com/ i love this picture. the colors are so energetic.