Now that the New Year feels more like it is in full swing I thought I would blog again as, despite the fact I used to find blogging exceedingly difficult, I quite enjoy it now. (That is not to say it has become any easier… And please feel free to skim read as this is in inordinately long blog).
It has been most enjoyable watching the weather do it’s interesting (and frustrating) English thing. Today as I look out my window however I have remembered quite suddenly why I love England so.
The sky is the most brilliantly deep blue, something it hasn’t been in weeks thanks to the overcastness of this country, the clouds are puffs and almost white with only tinges of grey, I can see birds swooping and wheeling and playing together on the air currents and I think that if I had not been outside in the cold this morning I might actually believe it was a summer’s day if I only had my window’s view to go by.
I decided to write this blog as I wished to post a line from Miss. Rotherham, the new story I’m working on. I have written a little more but I suppose many of you have found that when you write occasionally you lose the glow of it and have to write a few dry scenes to get to the next. These ‘dry scenes’ are best left to deal with themselves until the first revision I find but that does not make it any less frustrating when all you want to do is write well.
I have just thought that maybe it would be good to list a few tips that help me when I’m in a ‘dry spell’ of writing:
1. Go for a long walk (or the equivalent thing which you do that clears your head) I find there is nothing like walking through the beauty of the countryside to inspire one. Either try and figure out the problem with you story line or just put it out of your head while you enjoy yourself.
2. MIND MAP IT! Go out, get a white board and markers and just jot down every idea that comes into you head and connect it into a storyline – sometimes I don’t even end up writing the story the I’ve plotted but it just helps to generate a flow of ideas.
3. SIT DOWN AT YOU LAP TOP AND GET THE HELL ON WITH IT – Sometimes if you’re like me (in fact this is what I’m doing right now) You will procrastinate saying, ‘I really want to write.’ when you are doing other things but when it actually comes to sitting down and putting pen to paper you are lazy. This is me verbally kicking your butt – get on and write! Sometimes you have to throw a lot of rubbish down on paper until you can draw out the good stuff, perservere and when you’ve got something good discard the rubbish like a harvester discards the chaff.
These are all the tips I can think of right now and to be honest I need to take a few bits of my advice on board myself (Ridiculous I know…).
Here is a new section of Miss. Rotherham for you to read (If you’re not up to speed with the story see
‘It did not really hurt when Julia’s side finally found the ground. The grass, being still damp, moved as her body impacted it, the topsoil slid away and the dirt beneath smeared across her skirts. Lucy would have her head once she saw the stained gown.
It was not until the second bump that she actually hurt anything. With the speed at which she had fallen from the horse, her body turned before it hit the ground again and she landed awkwardly on her right arm. There was a searing pain as the shoulder socket grated, she blinked and a light flashed across her vision obscuring it. She resorted to listening, she heard the muffled beats of scattering hooves and faintly in the distance there was yelling of men. She felt the cold damp of earth upon her cheeks, the pungent smell creeping up her nostrils.
Somewhere above her, “Miss. Rotherham! Miss. Rotherham.” The sounds of a loose horse. She could hear Peter Highsmith near her. He was bent over her his blurred form before her unfocused eyes. She felt his mouth close to her ear,
“That was a little more dramatic than I intended Julia dear, you looked like you actually hurt yourself.”
She chuckled a little while her eyes took on the strain of refocusing. She tried to sit up but failed as the thumping in her head took on a new intensity.
“Is she alright?” She could hear a deeper voice, it was familiar but she could not place it at this moment. Heavy foot falls accompanied the voice and soon she could feel the presence of whoever it was beside her.
Wolversely shoved Highsmith to the side and took a hold of Julia’s arm. His eyes were on her face, waiting for hers to open. “She may have broken something she landed heavily on this arm” He felt the limb satisfying himself that it was still intact before relaxing his hold.
“Where is Peter gone?” Julia could not focus her mind, her only feeling the confusion of where her friend had gone. The person she opened her eyes to see had a dark face, almost obscured by the wide brim of his hat, again there was the familiarity. Her eyes screwed up with concentration trying to untangle the mess of jostled thoughts that all tried to reach for her attention.
With a grim look on his face Wolversely relinquished his hold on Julia’s arm and moved back, begrudgingly allowing Highsmith to take over.
“Oh yes I believe that worked like a charm you sly damsel of distress, he is most put out.” Highsmith smiled down at her.
“Superb.” She said in a faint voice.’
It would be grand if someone could give me feed back on this passage is I’m no totally happy with it, thoughts?
Until next time…