Tuesday, 29 April 2008

Juicy Writing

This week, being the first week back at school, i thought that i would educate myself. So i got myself a copy of Brigid Lowry's Juicy Writing and i settled down to read it. All in all, this took me three days, and i have emerged from hibernation feeling clearer about several things.

A) University.

For a while now, i've been having a difficult time deciding what university to pick for my first preference. The time to fill out applications is nigh and this decision could not have come at a better time.

The choice was between the prestige of UWA or the incoventionality of Curtin. On the one hand, i am much more familiar with the grounds at UWA. They have a Tae Kwon Do Club, and massive libraries, and the building is extremely beautiful. On the other hand, Curtin offers a specifically Creative Writing oriented course, is where several of my friends will be going, and has a drama club.

When i got the chance to read the work of someone who used to teach at Curtin, i.e. Ms Lowry, my mind was made up. I'm Curtin bound. I hope.

B) Editing.

The way I edit is, to be frank, confusing and inefficient. It's also a good way to make me give up on a project. Now i am adapting a colour coding method, which so far has been helping.

And some exciting news to finish: On the 8th of May, i will be getting to meet Tim Winton. Yay.

Wednesday, 23 April 2008

Upon my Return

Home again. Everything is back to normalcy...i've never realised before but my room has a smell to it. And not a disgusting one, just one which is there. I guess it smells like me. Strange that the smell of me should become more apparent after an absence.... hmmm.

So now i have a lot to write about. About eating octopus and jellyfish and raw tuna. About airplane trips that never end. About walking and walking and walking and walking......

But mostly what's been on my mind for the last few days is The Outsiders by S E Hinton. I started and finished it within the last week, and something in it has just called to the writer in me. I was thinking about why that was, and in the annoying way i do, i started to delve beyond the answer "Because i liked it."

Why did i like it? Because the language of the main character is so poetic in all its colloquialisms? Because the plot is straightforward and to the point whilst still connecting the reader to the emotions of the protagonist? Because Jodi Picoult said i would in the preface????

I can't really be sure. But i'm sure that all of those were contributing factors. I also really enjoyed the way that she didn't try to wind too many subplots together in a tangled mess. Short, sweet and to the point.

So i highly recommend you read it...or re read it.

Another point to raise. Writing music. I always write to music, so quite often there will be a moment of really intense emotion in my work from where i have become really into what i am listening to. Often this means i have to make adjustments in editing to level out my work. Right now i am listening to Search/Rescue's "right through me" off the album "The Compound." This album was not available in Australia as far as i could discern but i found it in Japan, which was where it was recorded.

But it's fantastic writing music because its so...melodic and prosaic. Another recommendation.

check them out at www.myspace.com/searchrescue

you wont regret it. it's beautiful.


Tuesday, 15 April 2008

In Japan

Hello World, particularly my Australian friends!!! I've been gone three days and I'm homesick already. I miss English speaking television, my Smart-Rider card and fried chicken!!!

That's not to say that i hate Japan. I have been looking forward to coming here for as long as i have known, and i'm not sad that i am here. Already i have been burning a considerable hole in my spending money, buying such things as t-shirts with kewpie dolls on them and a CD that i have wanted for a long time which has not been available in AUS.

So far the cuisine side of things has been a bit iffy. I'm not the most adventurous of eaters at the best of times, and unfortuantely i have spent quite a fair bit of my total eating time trying things and then promptly washing my tongue. For example, last night i tried stingray. GROSS. My brother liked it though. What a weirdo!

Speaking of weird, right now i am watching the Japanese equivalent of Hi-5.

So obviously no writing has been going on.

Hope all is well.

Tuesday, 8 April 2008

It's Tuesday Again Already?

This time next week, i will be blogging from Japan. Tokyo to be specific. Seeing as i have studied the language and culture for nearly nine years, i believe i always knew the time would come when i would get to go there. Perhaps not this soon, but in any case it is exciting.

Experience is the backbone of writing. Therefore any experience is a good one.

But what a week it has been, this last one! Aside from time spent frantically packing and homework-ing, i have also been writing as though my life depended on it. In the space of seven days i managed to complete nearly 10 000 words, which is a mean feat for someone doing year 12, i.e. me. This week looks to be particularly difficult to keep up the momentum, what with it being the end of term one and all, but i am not going to let that stop me.

This new piece is a novel, somewhat autobiographical, somewhat contrived, but i am really using it as an outlet to channel some of those feelings which have dogged me about teenager-ness for some time.

Seeing as i will be blogging from Japan next week (hopefully), i will say "Mata Raishyu", which means "Until next week" or something there about.

Good Luck with whatever it is you're doing.


Wednesday, 2 April 2008

Homework, Birthdays and Terrible Jokes

This time of year is all about the above.

Today, I announced to my parents that someday I intend to win a Pulizter Prize just because I can. Or maybe a Nobel Prize for literature. Either way, I'd be quite satisfied. (Perhaps I should concentrate on getting published first???) My father, ever the comedian told me the following joke, and seeing as it it April Fool's Day today, I thought I would share his appauling sense of humour with you all.

It goes something like this:

There once was a farmer named Paddy, living somewhere in Ireland. One day, his next door neighbour was driving through the paddocks and he saw Paddy standing out in the middle of one of them. "That's a bit odd," he thought to himself. The next day, Paddy seemed to still be there, so his neighbour approached him to find out what was going on.
"I'm trying to win a Nobel Prize," explained Paddy, "And I've heard all you have to do is be out standing in your field."

Did that story elicit a few groans of disgust the way it did when my mother and I heard it for the first time? No doubt it did.

But if I am going to win a Pulitzer, I suppose I will actually have to write something first. It won't be the Thriller, that's already been scrapped. But i have something up my sleeve.