Time will tell all truths. How I agree. I once heard a sucessful author say that proper writers don’t spend their time telling everyone that they are writers because they are too busy writing. Will the time be worth it? Only time will tell.
I spend vast amounts of time sitting and staring, not necessarily thinking about anything in particular, but just letting my brain operate. Some of the worlds greatest minds of years gone by like Einstein and a certain Leonardo are said to have spent days sitting quietly and gazing into space, letting ideas freely swim into their minds. I tend to like to agree with the idea that thinking less can, a lot of the time, mean more.
Little Miss Sunshine is easily the best film I have seen in the last five or so years, and not only because it has been so simply and beautifully written. The main opening scene when the main characters are introduced together for the first time, I think, is one of the most well written scenes in any film I have ever seen. First the characters are introduced individually and then are plunged into what would seemingly be a simple family situation, and their traits are then ricochet off one another so superbly and simply that I often load up the film just to watch that scene all by its self.
Copious amounts of tea, Kit-Kat Chunky chocolate bars and chocolate and caramel digestive biscuits for dunking in the tea… these are the requirements I currently have to keep me going in front of the warm white glow of a computer screen, or poised over the hopefully soon not to be blank page.
While still waiting to hear back about my article, I am working on a couple of different short stories as well as a major project which I am continuing to slog on with and have been for longer than anything else I have yet done… patience is key.
‘A girl in a bikini is like having a loaded pistol on the coffee table – there’s nothing wrong with them, but it’s hard to stop thinking about it.’ – Garrison Keillor.
I have a thing about people calling themselves writers when they clearly are not. I tend to think that you can not call yourself a writer unless you previously have been, and continue to be, published in some shape or form and are paid to do so. I really don’t think self publication counts. I’m not a writer yet, but I am trying to become one.
By the middle of next week my article should, theoretically, be on the desk of a leading Australian newspaper. So now the wait for the anticipated reply begins, and another ‘piece’ is squared away to the back of the mind until a letter, email or call comes through and it is brought back into attention. The first of said replies usually always being the least preferred outcome, as it typically has the word ‘unfortunately’ in the first sentence of the letter.
The article and short story are pretty much done, however, not yet sent. I’ve also started working on a bit of what’s called ‘Flash Fiction’. I’m still not one hundred percent sure what the main purpose and/or focus of Flash Fiction is, but with some careful reading this will all become clearer in the next couple of days.
Well, working 11-12 hour days as I am at the moment and then trying to then do some other ‘work’ in the little free time available is not particularly conducive to much ‘creation’, as it were. However, at the moment I am in the midst of preparing an article to send to a newspaper and a short story for a competition. The Article is a type of travel writing attempt and the story is Children’s. We will see how they go…