Resurrecting old projects in preparation for NaNoWriMo. This one is entirely the fault of Hal Hartley. If any film school students out there fancy adapting this, you're more than welcome - just ask.

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1. Songs From the Floodplain, by Jon Boden. Normally I run screaming from concept albums. But this one's by Jon Boden. Who is one-half of Spiers and Boden, and who is the singer for Bellowhead, and who is splendidly geeky and gangly on-stage, and who I heart very much. And he's written (and sung and played all the instruments on), a really good ( Read more... )

( a tape cover, found in the glove compartment of the Rustbucket )

Little work done on the Thesis of Doom, but I did spend the afternoon writing the NaNo (25,338 words in, people!) so I feel good and productive, if a bit emotionally drained. It's funny how different types of writing take different types of energy. Almost all of the NaNo requires a lot of emotional input, while the Thesis of Doom is all about ( Read more... )

Ladies and gentlemen of the LJury, your invaluable mad editing skillz are required!  How much of the following excerpt of the novel-in-progress do you think will either become dated, or is too obscure? (Or even makes sense? I mean, can you tell that most of the conversation is being conducted entirely through answering machines? And I haven't given ( Read more... )

Spent most of the day at SHMU, guesting on Dougie's Americana show, spinning tunes and disparaging Bob Dylan's singing voice and waffling about how to define Americana...the link should be up later in the week, should you wish to hear what my speaking voice sounds like ( Read more... )

O.K. Why does the NaNo site encourage you to create your own book cover to post? That's a dangerous, dangerous activity to give to any writer, given that we're all known for procrastination...and now I need to go actually write something.

Woo hoo! 5,817 words in, guys!
Why is it so easy to spend hours working non-stop on the novel without a name, and so hard to spend even half-an-hour trying to write the 5000 words that were technically due last night?

Hurray! NaNo has commenced. I have a pile of words to show for it, but sadly, I cannot log them because my account doesn't want to appear onscreen. It's either my faulty internet connection or the site is down again...I shall just have to try tomorrow. And write more in the meantime. I'm still feeling my way through the main character's voice ( ( Read more... )

I am full of rage. Rage, I tell you. Spitting forth both venom and spleen. On the day that I graduate, I shall tell the entire university registry office my precise opinion of their collective mental capabilities. Of course, they tend to screw up my funding every year around this time, so I should expect that, but once, just once, I would like a ( Read more... )