Showing posts with label blog award. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blog award. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Blog her award



Thanks very much, Teresa Stenson, for presenting me with this blog award and giving me something to post in February! 


- Where do you usually write/create?

In writing terms, the creating and the writing often occur at different times, though not always. Often an idea will present itself to me when I’m out and about, or when reading or listening to other people’s conversations – I am a dreadful earwigger! In that sense, the creating part happens anywhere. But the writing gets done during school hours, and evenings after the kids are in bed, and at weekends, usually at a table I bagged at a charity shop for this very purpose, though I used to have to write on my bed (which is far more uncomfortable that one would imagine if one hadn’t spent all day there). I carry a notebook with me everywhere I go, too, so I do take notes and jot lines to add to story drafts-in-progress as I potter around Auckland and its environs. Comic creating gets done, predominantly in my car, outside the house of my daughter’s guitar tutor or on the settee of an evening, and the painting part I do at the aforementioned desk. I should have just written “Anywhere,” ay?


- Describe your ideal writing/making day.

I wake naturally, it’s still very early, I have clarity of thought, my eyes aren't sore and the kids are out with their dad for the day and miraculously my neighbours are not felling trees or using petrol mowers or leaf blowers. I open my laptop and the next thing I notice is the kids opening the door, they’ve had a great day and are asking why I haven’t put the lights on. 


- What are you really enjoying working on at the moment?

A short story about food and cross-cultural social etiquette, and a comic/graphic interview with a writer whose work I am in awe of.


- What, if anything, stops you from writing?

Insects. And biscuits. Insects in my biscuits would be a definite game ender, unless they were dead fly biscuits, which would only cause a temporary hiatus. 

- If you could choose a writer to be your mentor (share work with, chat about the process) who would it be? 

I have to choose just one? I was lucky when I won the AUT Graphic Fiction Competition that part of my prize was mentoring from Dylan Horrocks, who is revered as something of a comics Buddha, though I doubt he would be keen on followers rubbing his tummy for luck. Writing wise, I love everything I’ve read of Nuala Ní Chonchúir, David Constantine and Adnan Mahmutovic, they can do no wrong in my eyes, and I’d love to natter with Alison Moore, Toni Morrison, Michael Ondaatje and Audrey Niffenegger, ask them about structure. 


- Do you believe in writer's block? If you get it, how do you overcome it?

I think it’s very real for a lot of writers, I don’t doubt it when they say they have it, but I haven’t experienced it. The nearest to it I can imagine is when I spend too much time on my opening paragraph and I find I put a disproportionate amount of pressure on myself to have the following sentences perfect in a first draft. I think something like writer’s block can also happen, conversely, when the opening is all wrong and I haven’t thought something out as well as I should have before writing, in which case the writing bumps me out and I find it difficult to press on until I’ve resolved the issue. 


- Tell us a good thing that happened to you today.

I got this blog award!


- What's the first thing you do in the morning?

Pretend to be asleep.

- What's your most listened to song?

Today it’s “Birds” by The Veils (Finn Andrews and his younger brother were at a recent literary gathering I attended, apparently I wasn’t the first person to mistake the latter for the former and my mention of the younger being the spit of my kid brother did little to redeem me). Previous obsessive plays include “Animal Life” by Shearwater; Rokia Traoré’s “Laidu”; Christine McVie’s “Songbird”; “Have You Got It In You?” by Imogen Heap; Cat Stevens’ “The First Cut”; “Yes” by McAlmont and Butler; “Tonight Will Be Fine” by Leonard Cohen (I was lucky enough that Mr Cohen gave me permission to use his lyrics in my fiction, and my fave cover of this track is Teddy Thompson’s); “The Witch of Pittenweem” by Emily Barker; and of course, Jamez Chang’s “Fifteen Years” which features a sample of my voice (who doesn’t like the sound of it?)!


- Who would play you in the movie of your life? 

Vickie Bak Laursen, better known as Pernille Lindegaard from The Bridge – Danish is a lot like Barnsley dialect: en kop te, tak – sorted. But if I wanted a blockbuster, Rachel Weisz, because a) then people would flock to watch it, and b) I think Rachel doing a northern English accent is a feather she cannot omit from her acting cap and can only improve relations with him indoors, from whom she can take lessons, and c) she’s already called Rachel – bonus. Kate Winslet might be good, too, for the upside-down smile ability. Ideally, if you get all three of them in the Brundle-pod and splice them, without accidentally including a fly in the mix, I think a good me-alike would be the result.


- What would the title of your autobiography be?

I’m slowly cobbling together a comic memoir currently and that’s called New Shoes, but a written autobiography could be called Alter Thy Face – you read it here first, folks.



Apparently I have to pass this on, and the nominees are:

Helen Caldwell 


Nominees - if you choose to accept the award, here's what you need to do:

    Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.
    Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)
    Answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.
    Provide 11 random facts about yourself. (I've omitted this part as I feel it's beyond the call of duty)
    Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)
    Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
    List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:
    Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)

The new questions are (I couldn't think of eleven and wanted to get this posted today!):



~Who or what motivates you?
~If you weren’t doing what you do, what would you do?
~You’re on a desert island, what have you taken with you?
~Describe in one sentence your work area.
~What are the barriers to your creativity?
~What’s your definition of success?
 
 

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Mistaken a view




Bit of a mixed post today.



You ever buy a jar of glass beads? They look so beautiful, glossy and luminous, primary and childishly satisfying. You take them home: expectation grows with their potential; the possibilities epitomised by their perfectness. The lid removed they tumble out, rainbow laughter: the material equivelent of giggles. And then? Why hadn't you noticed the broken ones before, at the bottom (they knew they were not perfect), why did you not see them?



I'll start with the beads at the top.


I got a blog award from the lovely Valerie Storey - see, it has pride of place up there. Thank you Valerie. I shall consider carefully before passing it on!

Andrea, AKA acatofimpossiblecolour, is off to meet her agent/editor for the first time. Her book, Ngozi, is to be published by an imprint of Random House no less, and I want to wish her every success! Andrea has been a fantastic help/critic with my query letter and she will, no doubt, be pleased I have dispatched an ammended version on it's way to London - it is always good to have another pair of eyes look over anything you write, but to have Andrea has been so insightful. I am exceedingly grateful to her for taking the time for me, especially right now - you should see how much she's packing for her trip! I hope the journey continues for her long after she returns.

Another Andrea gave me a lovely mention this week too (or was it last week? I need more sleep) - thanks. Her blog is very unassuming and lacks pretension, and she posts some great images - also she posted about Montana Poetry Day way before any of the supposedly 'in-the-know' bloggers did, but I don't mention names, unless it's to boast and sing their praises, and I'm singing Andreas today! Plus she dug out some of my favourite illustrations to one of my favourite poems too, and posted them together! I have all on to post a letter in the same month as I put the stamp on it!

Now the beads further down, where you can only really see the ones that touch the edge of the jar.

I have been so tired this week and have been very foot in mouth, so foot in mouth that I'm possibly going to have to wipe my toes...(think about it)...erm...or not.


Firstly, visited the library at the weekend, and whilst discussing my writing project with the librarian, I made a stupid gaffe. She mentioned a book and asked if the date it was written was alright: 'what era are you?'

'I'm only thirty three' says me - clever aren't I? She meant the date my story's set in of course...of course!

Next I read a poem and thought, that was wonderful, I'll blog the author and let them know...so off I cyber trots, and said 'poet' has posted all about her new book (no prizes for guessing who this is folks, btw). Great, so I ramble on about how great her poetry is....cyber blog home, only to realise her book is about her short fiction, not her poems!

And typos...Woman, I've missed letters here, there and ever wer!

I decide I need a coffee to wake me up. Now I don't normally drink coffee. I am not what you would term a coffee drinker. I am a tea belly. Tea is my thing. I like Earl Grey, Darjeeling, Assam, green tea, herbal tea, fruit tea, lots of teas in fact. But coffee seemed like the best thing for extra caffeine. And so many to choose from. I have never had to choose for myself before.
I didn't want frothy milk, I didn't want black, I didn't want, well, any of them actually, but I told myself I needed one: 'I'd like a flat black with milk, please.'

And the thing is, I know I am not dumb - at least I think I do, yet I always mess up spectacularly and in the most embarrassing ways, particularly (but not confined to) when I'm tired.

And now for the beads at the bottom.

Some great writers died recently, and it made me acknowledge, once again, how I never know what to say when someone dies. It doesn't make a difference if I knew them or not, was touched by them in some way or not, cared or not, I am unable to string a normal sentence together; and I wonder why? I can write poems about them (and my feelings), but I can't speak or write conversationally about them, or the act of dying. And there, see? The 'act' of dying. Perhaps that's it, I am afraid of it, so diminish it to play acting...but there's a magnificence to death, and beside it conversational words seem trite. Now I think of Donne's 'Death be not proud', but poetry can stand up to the bar. I can only misunderstand.

At least being ignorant gives me more scope for learning :) I am a tabula rasa waiting to have knowledge scrawled all over me. I think someone must have replaced my slate with an etcher sketcher though. Perhaps I will retain more knowledge if I stay perfectly still?

But there are worse sufferers than me. I knew someone who had a leg amputated. A well meaning person went up to this person not long after the operation, and said 'never mind dear, it'll grow back.' My person said (afterwards - too polite to embarrass the other person) 'what does he think I am, a spider?'

The beads at the bottom might not seem any use, but look at them, I mean really look at them, and think about them before you discard them. Sometimes there's a wee gem lurking in the bottom - even if it does look like a load of broken glass.