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Nov. 30th, 2003 01:01 pmThings I learnt from writing a novel:
a) I am not a literary genius. At least not in the space of a month
b) I'm not that bad though, either.
c) television is evil
d)I am teh r0xor
e) Having a plan or outline of some sort might possibly be a good idea, maybe.
f) I learnt that I can in fact achieve stuff if I put my mind to it. So I now have a whole list of stuff that I want to achieve! My mind is giving me a dirty look.
So, is it any good, I hear you ask?
For the answer to that, see e) above. I really only started with a begining, a vague idea of where I wanted it to end, and some characters. As a result, there are people who are main characters at the begining of the novel who barely figure in the finale. I sort of got bored with them and moved on to others. I also found that the voice and style with which I had chosen to write the novel was in fact not ideally suited to the story. I should have gone with 3rd person omnipotent, but instead I went with 3rd person personal, which means I was restricted to portraying things from specific characters' points of view. I guess I got the hang of it eventually. I haven't actually gone back and read the thing yet, so I guess I should get some distance before passing judgement on myself.
I was however, in the end, convinced that the idea could in fact be turned into a decent novel, which was not something I was sure of at the beggining of the month. So a bunch of rewriting could be in order. Followed by an attempt at *gasp!* publication. A pity that it doesn't fit into any one genre. Publishers apparently hate that.
Stuff that happened to me in November: a quick overview
*I got fitter, on account of exercise is an acceptable form of procrastination, and David had put up a chin-up bar out the back. I now have something that might almost pass as upper body strength. Nifty.
*Nov 1: Did a cave clan newbies expo with Owen and Chris. There was like 80 people there! I see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
illykai recounted it in all its glory, so I won't repeat it all here. I concur though, that it really was smack Owen in the head day. Poor guy.
*Wednesday last: Saw the Matrix:Revolutions, which was not that amazing. There was a lot of cool things that they could have done which they didn't. Also, I can't shake the odd suspicion that the Wachowski brothers are fixing to start a cult. I think it has something to do with the complete lack of humour in the film. At least in Reloaded Hugo Weaving got a few one liners. That man is a comic genius. You think my theory is crackpot, yes? People didn't take the stories about L Ron Hubbard seriously either, and look what happened when that went unchecked.
The machine city was cool, though.
*Did I mention that I wrote a novel?
*Friday: Went out with Owen and Tully. Unfortunately, planned cathartic celebratory booze-up did not eventuate, on account of Tully was in pain, medicated, and had blood coming out of him. Poor Tull. Instead we went to his place and watched Frailty, which I viewed as what could have been an interesting film about people completely marred by its obligatory ludicrous hollywood plot twist. Because heaven forbid that anyone should just make a film about people. Pfah!
I'll make a bitter old man some day. Anyway, it was good to see both of them. I hope that Tull stops bleeding and hurting soon.
*Saturday: Went with Chris to Rachael's birthday party thing. There weren't many people I knew well there, but 'twas sort of fun.
Still I crave my cathartic celebratory booze up, however.
I am now on holidays for a week, and have been living as a recluse for the past month. As such, I would be perfectly happy to be going out every night or day this week socialising and doin' stuff with my friends. Unfortunately, now would be about the time that I get brought back down to earth by the fact that I don't have that many friends, and that the ones I do have are probably busy doing something else.
Doh.
a) I am not a literary genius. At least not in the space of a month
b) I'm not that bad though, either.
c) television is evil
d)I am teh r0xor
e) Having a plan or outline of some sort might possibly be a good idea, maybe.
f) I learnt that I can in fact achieve stuff if I put my mind to it. So I now have a whole list of stuff that I want to achieve! My mind is giving me a dirty look.
So, is it any good, I hear you ask?
For the answer to that, see e) above. I really only started with a begining, a vague idea of where I wanted it to end, and some characters. As a result, there are people who are main characters at the begining of the novel who barely figure in the finale. I sort of got bored with them and moved on to others. I also found that the voice and style with which I had chosen to write the novel was in fact not ideally suited to the story. I should have gone with 3rd person omnipotent, but instead I went with 3rd person personal, which means I was restricted to portraying things from specific characters' points of view. I guess I got the hang of it eventually. I haven't actually gone back and read the thing yet, so I guess I should get some distance before passing judgement on myself.
I was however, in the end, convinced that the idea could in fact be turned into a decent novel, which was not something I was sure of at the beggining of the month. So a bunch of rewriting could be in order. Followed by an attempt at *gasp!* publication. A pity that it doesn't fit into any one genre. Publishers apparently hate that.
Stuff that happened to me in November: a quick overview
*I got fitter, on account of exercise is an acceptable form of procrastination, and David had put up a chin-up bar out the back. I now have something that might almost pass as upper body strength. Nifty.
*Nov 1: Did a cave clan newbies expo with Owen and Chris. There was like 80 people there! I see
illykai recounted it in all its glory, so I won't repeat it all here. I concur though, that it really was smack Owen in the head day. Poor guy.*Wednesday last: Saw the Matrix:Revolutions, which was not that amazing. There was a lot of cool things that they could have done which they didn't. Also, I can't shake the odd suspicion that the Wachowski brothers are fixing to start a cult. I think it has something to do with the complete lack of humour in the film. At least in Reloaded Hugo Weaving got a few one liners. That man is a comic genius. You think my theory is crackpot, yes? People didn't take the stories about L Ron Hubbard seriously either, and look what happened when that went unchecked.
The machine city was cool, though.
*Did I mention that I wrote a novel?
*Friday: Went out with Owen and Tully. Unfortunately, planned cathartic celebratory booze-up did not eventuate, on account of Tully was in pain, medicated, and had blood coming out of him. Poor Tull. Instead we went to his place and watched Frailty, which I viewed as what could have been an interesting film about people completely marred by its obligatory ludicrous hollywood plot twist. Because heaven forbid that anyone should just make a film about people. Pfah!
I'll make a bitter old man some day. Anyway, it was good to see both of them. I hope that Tull stops bleeding and hurting soon.
*Saturday: Went with Chris to Rachael's birthday party thing. There weren't many people I knew well there, but 'twas sort of fun.
Still I crave my cathartic celebratory booze up, however.
I am now on holidays for a week, and have been living as a recluse for the past month. As such, I would be perfectly happy to be going out every night or day this week socialising and doin' stuff with my friends. Unfortunately, now would be about the time that I get brought back down to earth by the fact that I don't have that many friends, and that the ones I do have are probably busy doing something else.
Doh.
