I don't think I have an especially strange relationship with fear. Not like my relationships with other emotions anyway. I will start off by saying, through writing these blog posts I've realised how much the curse of Anxiety and OCD, then the blessing of an incredibly fertile imagination have fed into my relationship with fear, … Continue reading Fear and Me: So It Begins…
Category: Ramblings about Fiction
Nobody is Watching So What Are You Waiting For?
I want to Caveat this post (even though it's made clear), that this post is speaking to people like me. People who have full time jobs and are writing for the joy of it. People who are not looking to forge a career and become an indie powerhouse or even submit to big publishers. This … Continue reading Nobody is Watching So What Are You Waiting For?
Silverdeer BTS – Some Character Growth Thoughts
It's a truth, universally acknowledged that a first draft will be terrible. Even with world building, character development and solid voices in your head. First drafts are inevitably terrible and mine are no different. If anything mine are worse than average because the book plays like a movie in my head and movies use a very visual language to tell their stories. A lingering look between two characters in a movie can convey some strong emotions, in writing you have to use your words and I'm not going to lie that shit is hard. I'm much more visual, but lets face it, making movies - especially the ones we see in our heads is expensive and also (I imagine), like the Trad Pub world probably very hard to get a foot in the door. Writing your own book, being it's master and independently publishing it for people to read is, well, it's easier, it's cheaper and it's a release. Sending your idea out into the world rather than simply letting it build up in your head.
I Never Thought Fiction Could Hurt Me….
I know how that sounds, especially given the amount of times I've screamed "Noooooooo why must you hurt me like this...." at a piece of storytelling. What I'm talking about here isn't the absolute devastation of a character death or a piece of fiction killing you with feels as two characters fall in love. I'm talking about the kind of hurt that runs deep. The betrayal when a favourite piece of fiction disappoints.