Remixing the Meme: novels, promises and ghosts

National Novel Writing Month - 50,000 words or bust

As I prepare for next month’s NaNoWriMo, I find myself suffering from commitment jitters. I am, after all, a short-story writer and have been since, well, forever.

The truth is, I’ve been diligently avoiding the novel form not because I lacked ideas but because I had too many excuses. Well, it won’t be long before my big excuse grows up and leaves home; a thought which forced me to wrestle my fears into a recognizable shape and give them a name.

It came as no great surprise, once I had lured it from my sub-conscious, knocked it down and stared into its blood-red eye, that my personal scary-monster-under-the-bed is a common old thing known as Fear of Failure.

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Time, and the one-day writing workshop

J.K.Rowling's imaginative response to a very real need.

I’ve often thought that J.K. Rowling’s invention of the Time Turner, (a handy hour-by-hour time travel device),  was inspired by the obvious lack of enough hours in the day.

I could really do with one of those right now (what a shame they were all destroyed). My motives are only marginally selfish: a couple of turns – maybe a few, probably more – to sit uninterrupted at my laptop every day to tackle that seemingly impossible task … writing my *&!!* novel. Continue reading

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To The Power Of: The Aegean Dream

Wish I woz there

I recall being very excited for my friends Dario and Linda,  (I met Dario in 2002 at Clarion West Writers’ Workshop and we’ve been buddies ever since), when they decided to chart a tangential course in life, leaving their professional careers in the US to pursue  an independent, sustainable life-style on the Greek island of Skopelos. I knew that they had the energy and drive to make it work, if anyone could.

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The Uncharted Muse

I hate losing the plot.

Even when I’ve planned/mapped/charted and sometimes even illustrated my character’s conflict-laden steps to her epiphany, she still manages to wander off-course.

Make that Muse obey

How could she DO that to me?

What invisible tides are at work in my subconscious, I wonder, as I grapple with, bludgeon cruelly, or just plain delete, word-riffs that refuse to carry my story along its predestined path?

My writing efforts lately have been less an act of creativity then an exercise in smack-down pro-wrestling.

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Indie Publishing and the One-Hand Kōan

Having made the decision to post my stories directly to an aggregate distributor (Smashwords), instead of the traditional magazine and publishing channels – for reasons outlined in ‘Infrequently Asked Questions‘ – I found myself doing what I’ve not done in a very, very long time: a marketing plan. Continue reading

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Love’s Language Lost

When Katie was about three years old, we took a rare car trip. It was too windy for her and she asked me to “launch” the window. (We had just put our boat back into the water and she’d been hearing that word quite a lot. Her use of it in this context was an excellent example of language adaptation.) The point being – she got her message across.

I was reminded of that moment only this morning, when Katie (who has recently turned eight) came in for her morning cuddle and debrief on yesterday’s social highlights.

The big to-do in my daughter’s current circle is that of her nine-year-old friend, who has decided to ‘delete’ her boyfriend. Continue reading

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Commence Brain Upload

I’ve finally decided to go the e-publishing route and suddenly find myself slip, sliding and scrabbling along yet another steep learning curve. The rewards are immediate and gratifying, however. Continue reading

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It’s all make-believe

At home, at sea

In the ‘real’ world, I occupy a space belonging to a person called Lynette Aspey.

I’m happily married to a big, burly, lovely bloke called Steve. I have a beautiful daughter who is my treasure. We live cheek-by-jowl on a rusty sailboat that exists in its own weird dimension. Long ago, we optimistically named her ”Haven”. Continue reading

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