Editing that first draft is an act of mutilation – it’s messy, emotional and unforgiving.
But that’s because I write like a maniac – without forethought or planning. I just do a mind-puke over the page like I’ve been on some boozy ideas binge.
Now I have to sift through this literary vomit and pick out the chunks that might still contain some nutritional value. It’s horrid.
Continue reading Having a domestic with the first draft – editing is a bitch
I experienced an Oculus Rift the other day. It was sensational – in a sense.
I’d never worn a virtual reality headset. I lowered myself into a bolted-together driving seat, complete with plastic steering wheel with gear paddles, a wobbly shift stick and a full complement of pedals at my feet. The room I was in was a small, dimly lit box-room office, and my friends stood behind me as I lowered the headset over my eyes.
Suddenly, I was sat in a Ferrari in the pit lane at Silverstone. Hands that were slightly too small to be mine gripped a pixelated steering wheel in front of me with a functioning dashboard behind it. I looked to my right and saw my rear view mirror, my friends ominously absent in its reflection, despite the sound of their merriment at my apparent open-mouthed glee.
Continue reading A world-building Rift
It took me the best part of a decade to write the first draft of my book. That’s a long, freaking time.
In 10 years, a lot has changed, not least me. I’m a very different person to the borderline-alcoholic, early-20s buffoon that started scribbling down a scene on the tube. Now I’m a moderately sensible 30-something borderline-alcoholic, with a new-found love of reading.
As I’ve changed, my characters have changed, my plot has been twisted and my world has been turned upside down. There’s a beginning, a middle and an end – but their relation to each other is warped, as though light refracts through each Act.
Continue reading Focus – the nemesis of the Chaos Draft