Sunday, August 31, 2014


Don't worry. I'm not going to number them all. That would be ridiculous, even though I have been known to behave in a ludicrous fashion. Nothing so preposterous here as to seek to number all my Writing Activity Statements. I simply want to make the point that W.A.S. is a series and apparently series sell. Numerous times during the submissions phase of A Muddy Red River's development was I asked whether it was part of a series.

Readers seem to like to read about the same character, doing the same basic thing in a variety of settings or situations. I might say more about book series another time but this is a W.A.S.

3200 words were added to the first draft of my W.I.P. on Saturday which I was very pleased with considering the circumstances which led me to write yesterday's post about boxes. I'll be attempting to close a few boxes today and store them away. What do you have planned?

Saturday, August 30, 2014


What is the purpose of a box? Physically boxes provide space for things to be either transported or stored, or both. They are organisational devices. If they are strong they are effective, but even if they are weak, depending on the purpose for which they are used, they can still efficiently do the job for which they have been assigned. Boxes are made of different materials: cardboard, plastic, wood or metal, and they come in different shapes and sizes. Some have handles, and some do not. Some have lids, and some do not. Some boxes keep secrets. Other boxes reveal them. Some boxes contain treasures: things of either real or sentimental value, or both. Some boxes contain trash, while others hold a mixture of the worthy and the worthless.

Although I have a place to stay, I don't feel like I have a home at the moment. Much of my stuff is not with me, or is with me in boxes. Some of the boxes are full of things which I don't want any more. It should come as no surprise to anyone how easily one accumulates crap. It should come as no surprise to me, and yet I marvel at the things I have held on to, and the length of time which they have been in my possession. I wonder too, about the reason behind the keeping. Some things I know why, others I don't, but of the former, there are things which now seem so unimportant.

Moving away from the obvious: a house is a box, and so is a car. The human body is a box, and the mind is housed in what we colloquially refer to as the brain box, which is a huge closet with an alarming number of boxes in it. Many of these boxes are locked, or so we think, and we do not want to open them. We put people and experiences in these boxes because sometimes we just don't know what else to do with them.

Life becomes very messy when we open up too many boxes at once. Think of the temporary chaos which results from moving house. That horrendous sense of disorder invades our thoughts when we are under stress. Feeling emotional or physical pain causes, as Lucas called it, "a disturbance in the force." To deal with this disturbance we often start opening up boxes to find a cure.
The search for solutions may become frantic, and instead of being an orderly and peaceful process towards resolving a problem, it becomes a violent ransacking.

Does anyone understand what I am saying? Is there anybody listening? Can anybody hear me? Is anybody out there? It's time for a stock take.

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Friday, August 29, 2014

The Double Minded Man

In the Bible, James says that the double minded man is unstable in all his ways.

I'm really having trouble writing. Yesterday I had nothing to post. I haven't done any work on my WIP, and now I feel like I can't do it. I think maybe I should work on bringing another idea to life. Something less personal. Having only very recently decided to go for it, I now find myself doubting whether it's a good idea. Uncertainty has paralysed me.

Anxiety is beating me up. My mind is battling hard to overcome the dictatorial authority of my feelings. It's been an exhausting and tough few days. Focus and purposeful action are elusive.

Are you struggling with anything at the moment?

Wednesday, August 27, 2014


For lack of anything better to write today due to ongoing technical difficulties in my life preventing me from writing, I thought I would just share the a selection of the songs which are currently soundtracking my life. Not an exhaustive list of course, but a list nonetheless.

Baby When You're Gone - Bryan Adams

Shine with me - P.O.D.

Amnesia - Five Seconds of Summer

I'd Die to be with you tonight - Jimmy Barnes

Addicted to You - Avici

and Never be the same again - Jessica Mauboy

Which song or songs are soundtracking your life at the moment?

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Not Write

I sat down to write,
but I got into a fight.
Eventually I took flight.
So today I no right,
and that's not write.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Another chapter

I banged out another chapter yesterday evening before I went to soccer training, and this morning entered a flash fiction piece called The Twelve Days of Misery in a competition. Also, in my inbox, this morning there was another rejection of A Muddy Red River. I thought I contacted everybody. 

Sunday, August 24, 2014


In the Australian taxation system we have a thing called a B.A.S. (Business Activity Statement) and it has to be completed and submitted to the Australian Tax Office each quarter. This post is a W.A.S. It has nothing to to do with tax, and I can submit one whenever I like it, or not as the case may be.

Today's Writing Activity Statement actually covers yesterday because I am writing this in the morning before I go off to paid employment. To the job I would like to leave so I could concentrate on writing, but I can't because my writing income won't cover the bills...yet.

I submitted two stories to writing competitions. Should I be fortunate enough to sufficiently impress the judges and win, I plan to use the winnings to get the Devolution project up and running. That's the one for which I cannot find any willing investors. Also yesterday I added approximately 2000 words to my WIP, and did some more planning and thinking.

W.A.S. complete.