Thursday, April 24, 2014

Cool, calm, creative


And so it is finally, FINALLY, autumn. The days are cooler and the nights are chilly. The fans have been switched off and blankets for snuggling up on the couch brought out. I have worn/carried a cardigan with me every day this week. There have been several moments when I have genuinely felt cold. Finally green leaves are starting to brown, although others might skip this stage entirely and just fall anyway. And the best thing - it's finally red wine weather. I forget just how fond I am of red wine during the summer months. But now that burgundy stained corks have been popped, it's making me think that I really am a cool weather person. There is something so intimate about cool weather. It's romantic, the dark and the rain. It's cosy, cuddly, couchy weather. It's dinner parties in cosy apartments weather. It's love in a jumper weather.

I've not yet donned tights and I'm still yet to purchase a new umbrella and I don't want to even contemplate how my jeans will be fitting this year (note to self, buy tights, buy umbrella and for god's sake keep up the exercise!) but the change in weather is already bringing with it a change of mood. I am always more creative in the cooler months, and my brain it ticking away with lots of little ideas to fill the time spent mostly indoors in cooler months. 

So let there be words and wine and creative endeavors. Let there be curling up on the couch and reading and chatting together. Let there be storms that rumble (but l

et me know be caught out in them). Let there be friendship and cardigans and love.

How does the cooler weather effect you? Do you see a distinct change in mood with the change of seasons? Or am I just getting old?    

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

My writing process

I've been invited to be part of the 'Writing Process' blog tour by the fabulous Lady Salsa herself; Karen from Karen-Ology.  Karen writes with heart. She's a spiritual and caring person who gives much of herself for other people, and her blog is something she writes for herself. She also writes at A Compulsive Story about her battle with food addiction.

My writing process
I was supposed to post this yesterday - which is within itself telling of my writing style. Need I say more? Ok, ok, indulge me.

What am I working on?
Most probably too many things. And that's entirely my style. I wouldn't recommend it. Focusing on one thing at a time is most probably a better strategy if you ever plan on actually finishing anything, but, what can I say, I get bored and there are far too many characters in my head demanding my attention. Ok, so really what am I working on? Poetry, lately a lot of poetry. Some rhythmic, some free verse, some just plain observation as I see it. A play - slightly controversial in nature but meant to be funny and possibly drawing a small amount of inspiration from old comedian Bob Downe. Two book projects (and not getting particularly far just yet) - both loosely based on two short but significant parts of my life. The first, adapted from my family's experience of living on an Aboriginal community in the late 80s/early 90s and the second, a story of what children get up to when left to their own devices, set in a small seaside/bush town across the harbour from Mandorah where I grew up. Ofcourse I'm blogging here and also occasionally writing at Weekend Notes Perth. I've also recently discovered the unique power of writing crap... but there'll be more on that in another post coming up very soon.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Hhhhmm how does one answer this question without sounding completely up one's own arse? I mean really? Hhhmmm, well I think because it's honest to my style. Everyone's writing is so unique, everyone's ideas are so unique and if your writing is an honest representation of your idea then it's unique to anything else. I think especially with the two book projects, these are unique to my experience of a life journey that not a lot of people get to have and that's what makes them different. 

Why do I write what I do?
Because I couldn't not write it. I think writers write what they write because the story smoulders inside of them and getting it on the page truly sets it alight. 

How does my writing process work?
Well sometimes it doesn't work. Sometimes all I have time for is blogging and that makes me proud that at least I get that far. But my writing process starts with an idea. An idea I just absolutely have to write down (for fear of forgetting the bloody thing) and usually pops up at an entirely inappropriate time (when I'm at work is the worst because I don't have time to explore the idea right there and then, which is the best moment to harness it). And then there's a cup of tea. Or a glass of red wine. Or a gin and tonic. Either way there's a beverage. I write down all the bits that are in my head and then I usually walk away from it for a bit. It's then that it becomes an infatuation. A love affair. I can't stop thinking about it but I dare not speak of it. I dare not even write it. There's usually wine involved. I just think about it for a good amount of time. This could be a few weeks or a few months. What can I say, I'm a procrastinator. I didn't say this actually works in any successful way particularly often, but it's how my brain works. With a full time job and all those other wonderful things of life, I often don't make the time I should make to dedicate to my writing. Often I come back to an idea after a period of time and rework it. I find I work really well under pressure and with a deadline; it's how I got through uni. All my best ideas happened the night before it was due. When there's no deadline, my motivation to finish it any time soon melts away. And this is something I need to work on. Something I will work on. Also, talking to people about my ideas makes them more real and this often gives me the push I need to just bloody well get on with it.

Who's next?  
So this is the bit when I'm supposed to pass the baton onto someone else for the tour. Problem is, while I read a lot of blogs, I don't actually know that many bloggers :/ So instead of completely dropping the ball, let me refer you on to a few lovely bloggers I've been following for a while. 

First of all another local Perth blogger, Shannon Meyerkort from Relentless. Shannon is not your average 'mummy-blogger'. She has three young girls and her blog is a combination of all those relentless life that is parenthood. Her writing is honest and honestly hilarious. It is writing without fear or that internal female sensorship. Shannon says the things about motherhood many women are thinking but none are actually brave enough to say. 

Allison Tait is a freelance writer slash author slash blogger from the East Coast. Alison writes books for writers including Get Paid To Write, Career Mums and So you want to be a writer. On her blog she writes writing tips and advice for writers, snippets of life and features many a Q&A from other wonderful writers. If you need some inspiration or some information to take your writing to the next step allisontait.com is absolutely worth stopping by.

And now for something a little bit different, but altogether fabulous from Matthew Sharpe, an American novelist with several successful books on his nightstand including The Sleeping Father and Nothing Is Terrible. But his writing at Very short stories r us has got me hooked. What started as an experiment in self publishing to post one very short story per week has now gone on for a total of 48 weeks to date. Now if that's not commitment to the craft, I don't know what is. I love short stories, especially when they are done this well. When something can be delivered so succinctly and have an impact in such a short time, it's almost perfection. 

Thanks for dropping by and I hope you stick around. If you want to join in the Writing Process tour - do it! And then comment here with a link, I'd love to know how you go about it!
 

   

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

On a big jet plane...

Photo taken by me on the way from Dubrovnik to London, 2010.

You know those people who are absolutely terrified of flying? Like even just the thought of the confined space, the ear popping as the plane takes off, the anxiety of being so high up and the possibility of falling out the sky (probably heightened now by the Malaysia Airlines plane mystery-media sensationalism) is just too much for them to even think about? 

I'm not one of those people. 

I love flying. I always have done. And I've done a lot of it being that my family are spread all over the country and I just, ooh aah, love to travel. But there's just something incredibly exciting to me about flying. My parents often recant one of my very early flying experiences. I can't remember if we were off to Bali for a family holiday or to Melbourne for a family visit but either way it was about 4 in the morning, and I was about 3 years old. For 3 year old me, the excitement of being on a plane and going wherever we were going was a much more external expression than the internal one I have now. I took it upon myself to share this excitement with my fellow passengers as we embarked the plane by holding my little arms out like an aeroplane and singing "Up in the air, I fly, zoom, zoom, a-zoom a-zoom zoom!" (a PlaySchool hit at the time) at the top of my lungs. I'm sure had all the passengers not thought I was particularly hilarious in this expression, they would have really hated me.  

But, still after 27 years and countless domestic and international flights, after airport dramas and lost luggage, after crazy turbulence and added luggage fees, after horrible microwaved meals and almost missing flights, after sleeping (or not sleeping) on airport seats at 2am and the many teary farewells - I still absolutely love flying. 

I love me an inflight gin & tonic!
I love packing my bag, planning what I'm going to take in my hand luggage, choosing a book to keep me company (which I'll most probably ditch for the inflight entertainment if there is any). I love checking in at the airport, watching all of the other people and wondering where they're heading to. I love getting into my seat and waiting with anticipation to be up in the sky. I love looking out of the window and seeing the world below, the patterns of the vast landscapes below. I love looking down on the top of the clouds. Ofcourse I love the free gin and tonics (when they're free), that always seems to be my inflight beverage of choice. And most of all I love the destination. I love being somewhere else, even if just for a few days. Whether it's an all too familiar visit with much missed family or a brand new holiday destination, once I step on to a plane, I feel like I'm on holiday and I feel instantly relaxed. 

There will be a few plane trips this year, as has become quite normal for me; one for family, one for work and one in just a few short days for a much needed mini break with MR. And I can't effing wait! Looking forward to bringing you a few snaps from our holiday on my return.  

Selamat tinggal!