Scorpio88's blog

Clean out

I'm having a clean out. Lots of my older stuff will be removed shortly. A lot of it hasn't been looked at in years anyway - and some of it is a bit iffy. So don't worry, I haven't spat the dummy. I'm just spring cleaning - even though it's not spring.

Just sayin'

From my experience you never really know anyone. We are the person we are, the person we want to be seen as, and the person that others perceive. And not only are all these personalities different, they're fluid as well. They change with the environment: the person we are at work is not necessarily the person we are at home, or the person we are on the tube or in a car. We are chameleons. And we are rivers, changing our nature bit by bit as we...

Journal of a New Novelist 22 (Sailors, Bricklayers, Artists - Why a perfect first draft is a fallacy)

I have come to the conclusion that if writing a first draft was like sailing a boat I would be constantly off-course. I would forever be adjusting the helm to get back on what I think is the right heading. There have been so many mornings when I have woken with a clear picture of why everything I wrote the day before was not quite right. I’d got the characters all wrong, or the focus was on the wrong thing, or I’d missed a key element, or…well…...

Journal of a New Novelist 21 (Quantum physics, Eric Morecambe and Schrödinger's cat)

I don’t pretend for one moment that I have a clue what quantum physics is all about. I just about managed ‘How to Teach Relativity to Your Dog’. Science isn’t my best subject – at least not the modern, brain-boggling stuff. Schrödinger's cat, as far as I’m concerned, ate the poison. It’s dead. The idea of two completely opposed states existing at the same time in the same place is beyond my ability to comprehend. It’s that simple. Which means I...

Journal of a New Novelist 20 (Cheese sandwiches, tomato soup, and Ithaka)

The thing about climbing a new mountain is that you’ll come across new places and other paths you had no idea were there. That is the nature of an adventure. You may plan your route as best you can in advance, based on what can only be limited knowledge. But that route is always destined to change in the light of what you find on the way. The adventure is not so much about getting to the top of the mountain, but on the unexpected things you see...

Journal of a New Novelist (Addendum)

I mentioned a while ago that I was working on a website to act as a journal and to document my novel writing experience. Well, it's up and running. It's not brilliant but there's plenty of time for improvement. You can find it here . Regards, AJ

Journal of a New Novelist 18 (Coming Out)

I have discovered recently the deliciously bohemian feeling one gets from writing in a humble high street coffee shop, especially early in the morning. If you have never tried it, I can not describe how good it feels. Scribbling away in a humble exercise book in full view of all the other customers does absolute wonders for the ego. There is something about the small cafe environment, its familiar feel and the smell of coffee that somehow melts...

She/He?

I had to smile when I was described as she/he after being nominated for poem of the week. Please, let me put the records straight and tell you a few things about myself: I am male or female but not both – though I will write from both perspectives. English is my first language. I am not Scottish – but I believe that in the long term independence for Scotland is in everyone’s interest, except Cameron, Clegg and Milliband (and I did get a vote in...

How to kill a poem

As a species it comes naturally to us: the taking apart of things in order to see how they work. And we are ruthless at it. Hardly anything has escaped our curiosity. The atom. Plants. Laboratory animals. Insects. Old pocket watches. We do it to everything. Our forbears even stole cadavers to slake their thirst for what makes things tick. It should come as no surprise that we do this to poetry as well. I remember long, dreary afternoons with...