Weekly Words 15-20/04/2018

15/04/18: 7903

Why yes, I would say this week is off to a good start.

Today’s word-count was going to be 1043 before I decided to just round off the day’s efforts with a bit of work on Realm of the Myth, and obviously that was a good move on my part. I got almost as much done with it in 15 minutes as I got done with the co-writing project in 2 hours. To be fair, the co-writing project is mostly dialogue because it’s a screenplay, while Realm of the Myth is prose, but while it has historically been very difficult to write, today it was astoundingly easy, while my co-writing efforts were much harder to follow through with. I seem to have transferred my perfectionism from my own projects to the co-writing one, which tells me that it is very good to have a couple of projects going simultaneously, and for one of them to be a co-writing project.

Speaking of which: some time after I did some work on Realm of the Myth, and inspired by the fact that my friend finished the episode she was working on today, which was very awesome, I made another push with my episode, and ended up with an extra 5926 words. I mean, I’m almost done for the week. No, I will not stop for the rest of the week; I wanted to finish this episode, and I did. That’s just using motivation while I have it; that’s a nice bonus, and definitely something to appreciate – but it is not a reason to ease up on the rest of the week, because honestly, this was not that hard. That’s what motivation can do for you, and after getting used to making myself write even without motivation, having it to lean on tonight was a very welcome change, a bit of a reward. Though honestly, I’m realising that I am starting to learn how to generate my own motivation, rather than waiting for it to come to me, through doing this weekly words thing. It has really changed the way that I write, and is starting to change other things as well. Who would have thought that a weekly blog update could have such far-reaching effects?

A promising start to the week. And also, I might take it easy after today, because I’m still marking for the rest of the week – although to be fair, I was also marking last week and I hit over 10k words that week, so perhaps having more to do is actually getting me energised to do more. But my point is that, while I don’t want to use this huge surge of writing as an excuse, I think it’s okay for me to use it as a buffer. If I need to.

And right now, I don’t feel like I do need to.

17/04/18: 130

First night back at Youthline doing the beginning of counselling training, which is exciting and energising – in retrospect. I was quite fatigued today, and definitely brought some of that with me to this first session, but looking back on it I feel very ready and enthusiastic to continue.

Sadly that fatigue affected my writing today – I actually did a ton of writing yesterday, but it was all planning out the next episode I’m writing, which I ended up writing two plans for. Revision, yay. I don’t count planning, but maybe I should, because it took up my entire day and did directly contribute to something I was going to write … I don’t know. I’m not counting it for now, because it’s so easy to just plan and never follow through, but I may have to think of making certain exceptions.

The fatigue was also exacerbated by anxiety for the group this evening; I always feel very anxious when I’ve got an event that I have to go to, or just a thing I am scheduled to do in general. It makes me fear for my free time, and I respond to this stress by squandering what free time I do have, which obviously doesn’t help. It’s a habit I’m working to try and break. And I did do fairly well today; I got my marking done, and I did make a start on my episode. And to be fair, counted or not, the fact of the matter is that I did do a ton of writing yesterday, over most of the day, which I think took it out of me more than I expected.

18/04/18: 3601

I wasn’t expecting to be quite this true to my word that the huge burst of writing on Sunday wouldn’t put me off for the rest of the week, but I’m certainly not complaining.

I’m still tweaking my episode plan, but I’m tweaking it in my head as I write it now, rather than trying to pin it all down on paper. Should probably make some notes at some stage.

It also occurs to me that I haven’t even considered doing Camp Nanowrimo – though the reason is also fairly obvious: Weekly Words basically gets me to do my own Nanowrimo every month. I might join up anyway, just so that I can enter my word-count for this month at the end and see if I “win”. I “won” last November because I decided to count a whole bunch of writing that I wasn’t planning on counting, but now that I have a narrower range of types of writing that I am willing to count towards my weekly word-count goal, I am curious to see how it compares to the 50k goal of Nanowrimo. I mean last month I was just under 40k, so that’s an answer in and of itself, but still, it was only one month. Might be fun.

Also might be pointless as I already have my own metric for success writing-wise and it’s working really well – and in the end, that’s the whole point of Nanowrimo: to keep yourself on track. Which I have been doing without Nanowrimo.

Without this co-writing project, on the other hand … I am pretty certain this initiative would not have been nearly as successful. The sad fact of the matter is that none of my own projects appeal to me as much as this co-writing project – which isn’t that sad, because I am writing this co-writing project – but I can’t help wishing I could get the same kind of satisfaction out of one of my own projects. I think I have identified the problem, though: I don’t think about what I want to happen. I think about what would be neat to have happen, but not what I actually want to happen. I don’t give myself enough to invest in. So I’m going to start working specifically on that. Mostly I think it’s going to have to come from character-arcs and interesting personalities, because that’s how I tend to get invested in stories, apart from good structure.

Speaking of which, I am really interested to actually start reading some craft books, for the first time ever, in my life. I think I’ll do a little googling on that tonight. And also keep chipping away at that Realm of the Myth scene I started working on, have fallen off the wagon with, but still think I can get done now that I’ve started. Also a good way for me to start getting particular and deliberate with what I want to have happen in my own projects, instead of just fantasising about what, hypothetically speaking, could be kinda cool.

Although I will totally keep doing that as well, because cool things are, well, cool.

19/04/18: 3401

Wow, what is with this week? I’ve had to do more marking per day than last week, I spend a huge amount of energy making not one but two different plans for the co-writing episode I’m doing, and I’ve been waking up later than I normally do. Yet somehow the writing is just pouring out of me.

And that’s the way I like it.


I can’t predict when or why this happens, so I’ll just enjoy it while it is happening. Still haven’t gone back to my Realm of the Myth scene, but I might tinker with that a bit tomorrow when I finish up the final few assignments I need to mark.

I might also tinker with something else, because much as I have enjoyed what I’ve done with that scene so far, actually making myself write Realm of the Myth is proving to be the most effective method I’ve ever found of making myself enthusiastic to move the fuck on and write something else, to pour all the energy and time and dedication that I put into Realm of the Myth into something more rewarding, something more enjoyable – something better for me. Which, I guess, makes total sense. A lot of problems prove much less resilient than we think they are if we can find a way to confront them directly, and my problem for so long has been trying to decide whether or not it’s worth my time trying to write Realm of the Myth. I’m still committed to at least finishing this one scene and seeing how that turns out, but I’m also actually really thankful that I feel, very viscerally, that it is time to move on. I’ve wanted to feel it, ever since I caved the first time I gave up on it. Well, second time. I have a bad track record of giving up on this project. But I think part of that is because I never actually sat down and wrote the scenes and ideas that I actually had. It’s so easy to distract myself by making up new things to try and hold everything together, but these ideas and scenes keep recurring for me, no matter what version of the story it is currently in my head. These are the core foundations of Realm of the Myth, and in finally examining and interacting with them … well, I’m seeing what they’re really made of, what they can withstand.

And whether it’s something I want to continue to commit to, after all this time.

We’ll see.

20/04/18: 3232

I have finished the first act of my episode, and also holy shit the past 3 days I have clocked in at over 3k words. I am very not unhappy about this.

I went back and read what I’d written of one of my other projects to try and get some motivation to keep writing it. I … kind of? found some, but most of it was reminding me that I wanted to start it over again. I might do it, I might not.

And since I’m writing this the day after, let’s just cut to the chase and tally up the weekly total.

21/04/18: 18267


I realised today that I haven’t worked this hard or consistently on a writing project since Tallulah. I think I’ve actually worked on this thing for about as long as it took to finish the first draft by now. And I still wish any of my own projects were as easy – or fun – to write as this co-writing thing. I just am not having the ideas. I know I want to move on from my older ones, just not what I want to move on to.

But, dude, whatever, I am doing so much goddamn writing, and I’m still enjoying it. I will make an effort from next week to work on some of my other projects. Might pick one a week or something, and just see how it feels to actually work on them. Got a lot of good data from going back to write Realm of the Myth already – yes, that data is that I want to write other things, but that is valuable.

I dunno I don’t really have anything to say I’m tired.

Must have been all the writing I’ve been doing.

I’ve done a lot of writing.

Because I’m awesome.


Me in 2012:

  • I’m learning so much by writing a novel, teaching myself how to do it by actually doing it instead of sitting around and thinking about it and keeping myself on-track with a wall planner that holds me accountable to my own self-directed goals as well as recording my progress and success rate as a source of instant encouragement! I never knew I could be this productive; Mum was right, I just needed some structure and discipline, it’s like fucking magic!
  • I’m really excited to see what the end product is like and I don’t care that it’s not a well-structured narrative because I’m just writing it as it comes to me and I’ll look at it later and make up my mind once it’s all put together! And maybe I’ll write three different endings just because I can! Anything goes and creativity is awesome!

Me in 2013:

  • This story is so fucking shitty the main character is literally just me with a girl’s name there is no story just copy-pasted angst from my real life it’s a fucking LiveJournal blog I’ve never even had a LiveJournal blog and I know that that’s exactly what this fucking is how did I physically endure the process of writing this how did my shame not devour me from the inside-out as I vomited this garbage from my brain-space into legible documents and how did I then SEND IT TO OTHER PEOPLE TO READ how did I not DIE FROM HUMILIATION AT MY OWN INADEQUACY WHY WAS I ALLOWED TO DO THIS
  • Fuck this shit I obviously need to stop writing and stop myself from making an even bigger mess of this big shitty fucking messfuck also I need to go and walk for 40 minutes every day because I’m fat and worthless hey that song is catchy how about I let my feelings about it dictate every single plot point of this new version of my novel which will be better and more coherent and have better structure it’s so obvious thank god I’m going to start writing again and make everything better
  • Buuuuuut now that I actually sit down and read it through it’s really obvious what all of the problems are and holy shit that would solve everything perfectly if I just change this thing and move this bit over here and well look at that I actually have a solid plan that turns this pool of fetid precum into a somewhat coherent narrative good work me it’s only three quarters of the way through the year there’s still time to put some shit together good job
  • … wow, I actually did it. I was actually right. This did work better; this story does hold together better; sure there are still problems but, like, holy crap I just had to read it a few times and make basic summaries of what happened in each chapters and then copy-and-paste a whole bunch and it was just so easy, seriously maybe I can do this maybe I can actually be a writer! And the further along I get with this book the more excited I am to write my other books eventually, committing to a project and sticking to it literally just makes everything better and teaches you that your limits are actually way higher than you ever imagined; this is so great I love writing!

Me in 2014:

  • Now I’ll just read this manuscript a bunch of times to get nice and familiar with the structure and prepare for the next revision – and I have all of these exciting new scenes that could really bring it to life and add some extra dimension and depth; I’ll just write them down in documents so that I have them recorded but don’t commit myself to anything before I know the whole situation. Awesome! Also I like this Scrivener programme maybe I’ll use it to trace every single character’s character-arc through the story and isolate them and treat them each like stories of their own with proper character progression and three-act structure and Hero’s Journey this shit right the hell up. I guess I’ll have to take it easy once semester starts but this is great I’m feeling great, a little worried that I don’t know exactly what to focus on for this next revision but I’ll work it out, I’ve done it before I can do it again!
  • moving house is kinda exciting but also I’m useless and can’t turn in assignments on time but also I’m awesome and get stupidly high marks for these absurdly late assignments and therefore it all balances out guess I’m doing Honours but I feel really shitty because these were actually really interesting papers and I just didn’t care about anything oh well I was moving house and am also depressed and lonely so it’s not my fault though maybe I should go see a counselor as for working on that novel I’ve been trying to write for the last 2 years hahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhAhhaaHAAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaA
  • I hate this story. I hate it. It is literally the exact fucking story I didn’t want to write when I first started out; I wrote fucking documents dedicated to how much I did not want the story to go this way and then it FUCKING WENT THIS WAY what’s the fucking point, if I can’t even write my own goddamn story my own goddamn way, what is the point if I’ve spent all this time writing something I hate, I could reshuffle the events of this manuscript and keep working at it until it flows properly and yes a lot of it works better and the characters are evolving but I never actually experimented like I wanted to with the first draft, never explored all of my options and instead ended up with this mess and decided to work with it because at least it was written and therefore physically available to work with and now I just can’t fucking stand it even if I did polish it up and made it the most coherent narrative to ever exist I would still hate it because I hate this story, I hate that I wrote it, I hate that it’s not what I wanted to write, I hate the fact that I never had a clear plan for this story to begin with and I let myself try to write it anyway, I hate that that was the correct decision and it just turned out badly and that I spent all that fucking time and energy on something I HATE and I don’t know what to do anymore
  • I have never realised how angry writing makes me until now. How much I rely on it to solve all of my problems when it actually just makes those problems worse. How there are all of these things that I want to do with my life that I haven’t been letting myself try because I’m A Writer and also because I have no inherent worth as a human being and, just, wow I have problems, I need a break.
  • Shit. I need to stop writing. I need to stop writing. I need to stop doing the thing I’ve been making myself do for the past 15 years, because the only reason I did it was that I decided at age 13 that I was going to Be A Writer and let myself be ruled by that ever since. I need to take a break from Tallulah. A proper break, where I don’t even think about it much less write notes or try to continue revising it. I need to take a break from writing altogether. I need to stop, and find myself in whatever’s left.
  • … I’m not a writer. I’m just a person. And I’m finally letting myself be just a person. I’ve never felt this free, this liberated, this – I know this is shallow, but this young; I’ve spent so much of my life waiting to have an ephphany that would solve anything, so much time thinking about how when it finally happens it’ll be too late to fix so many things that went wrong, but now that it’s happened I’m not disappointed, I’m just happy, because I’ll have this knowledge for the rest of my life. I can’t go back now. I can’t fall back into the sad patterns of denial and desperation that I once lived in exclusively; I have learnt something, and that’s for life. I can’t wait to see what the future holds.

Me in 2015:

  • God I don’t want to write my novel again
  • God I want to write my novel again
  • God I want to do other things with my life than write
  • God I wish this blog were a little better-maintained and professional and actually about writing like it was supposed to be
  • God I need to stop playing fucking World of Warcraft there was a reason I quit in the first place try learning something for once brain for fuck’s sake
  • I’m gonna write a satirical political thriller with vampires


That’s the best summary I can come up with of my writer’s journey over the course of this blog, up to the present date. I have no idea why so many of you still follow me. But thanks. I do appreciate it.

I predict that my violent swinging back and forth from one agenda to the next on a near-daily basis are not going to stop either, and I do apologise for that. I feel uncomfortable in the way I have turned my very understandable uncertainty into an exercise in polemics, the way I seem to be politicising my own inconsistency and making it seem worse than it really is. But the truth is that this is the strangest, most turbulent rut I’ve ever been stuck in, in life and in writing; I can’t seem to see ahead with anything I do or want to do, only the murky present moment, and as such it’s hard to try and make plans or lay down foundations for better things to come. Everything’s so up in the air and I don’t know what I’m doing or where I’m going to end up. Every time I change my mind lately, especially concerning writing, it’s a massive, extreme, paradigm-shifting upheaval, which I think is because I’m really kinda lost without having the objective of Being A Writer to guide me. I think that’s also why I’ve let myself fall back on it so much in the past week or so, because it’s always been a crutch when I needed it.

I guess what I can learn from this is that learning is a slow, repetitive, frustrating process, but you’ve still gotta do it. And it does work. And I did get some writing done today, and it did make me feel a bit more open and relaxed. I did feel more productive today than I have in a long time, and I’d like that to continue. I just have to learn that I don’t have to instantly channel it into writing. That can’t be the answer anymore.

I want to use it to plan, to be smart, to lay down some solid groundwork and start building up some resources I need. This blog is one of them; I want to use this as a planning-gym, only posting things that I’ve thought about and laid-out in order beforehand as much as possible. And my stories are another. I do still want to work on them and push them forward, and Tallulah is back at the top of the list, at least for now. I want a plan for it, and I know I can make one. I just have to not try and force it like I’m used to doing. I’ve got other things to do as well.

Like the reading response for tomorrow, which I also need to print out to bring to class. So I guess that’s my immediate plan.

One day. I’ll get there one day. And then keep on going.

The boys are back


And for the first time in a very long time, this story has a main character and supporting cast that is all-male.

Let me explain.

Not that this is a crime or anything but … anyway.

Once upon a time, I decided I was going to be a writer. So I wrote some shit.

Stories, to be exact.

And all the stories I wrote had male main characters, or a shared main character slot with both a male and female lead. Supporting characters tended to be mostly male, however, and this was for one very simple, very common reason: I felt incredibly anxious about my ability to write credible female characters – or, more accurately, my lack of said ability. After all, I am not and was not a female-identifying person; what did I, typical straight cisgender dude that I was/am, know about the experience of being a typical straight cisgender lady? (This was before I stopped being a homophobe and learnt about the gender binary and how it, much like the cake, is a lie. Now I have a whole spectrum of lived gender experience I feel too incompetent to write about well, and I suspect I am correct.)

It was this anxiety combined with a strange, uncharacteristic story-seed I cooked up one night, in my early 20’s, a story about a teenage half-selkie girl named Tallulah, that got me to challenge myself, push my limits and see just how much I was capable of doing beyond my comfort zone. It turned out to be the first novel I’ve ever gotten beyond the first draft stage with, getting all the way through a first revision. And while I spent all of last year trying and failing to build up steam again, I will come back to Tallulah, because goddammit I want it to work.

It took me two years to get that first draft and first revision written, and during that time my anxiety abated – not necessarily because I got any better at writing credible female characters (though feedback has been mostly very affirming, thank you test-readers), but because writing a novel for two fucking years gives you a lot to worry about. Yes, I was still anxious and self-conscious, and still am, but the fact is that the more you do something, the better you get at it. I got better at it. I got quite comfortable. Again, I’m not trying to suggest that this is a good thing, because I can only see this from my perspective and, well, I’m a dude. I’m just saying that my gender-perspective-writing panic pretty much flattened out, and I now have the confidence to write female characters and just trust that they’ll be okay. Not stellar, not insightful – acceptable. Tolerable. I can live with that; I want to get better but, let’s face it, tolerable is a step up from many male writers.

During that process, most of the stories I came up with featured female main characters. Perhaps it was my newfound confidence/lack of anxiety spurring me on; perhaps it was simply getting fed up with not seeing main characters in the media I was exposed to who were not men. Perhaps (most likely) both. But I veered away from male characters, sometimes intentionally changing the gender of established characters in story ideas that weren’t particularly well-developed and thus could stand the change, or that were stuck and needed something to get them moving again. And I liked those stories; I still like them, though they really do need work if they’re ever going to work as stories.

And during that process, when I started actively taking note of this new trend in my main character design preferences, I realised something startling.

I had lost whatever confidence I once had in my ability to write credible male characters.

I don’t think this is because I’ve lost touch with my masculinity or whatever; I’m already fairly deviant in terms of the hegemonic masculine ideal, but not enough to say I’m not, I dunno, “manly”. I’m somewhere on the Andrew Largeman side of the masculine divide. And no, I’m not happy about sharing any identity-space with Andrew Largeman, but that’s a story for another time.

What I think happened was that I stopped seeing “male” as “normal” – or, rather, I started seeing masculinity and “maleness”. I realised that masculine is a gender, really fully internalised that through forcing myself to explore my own assumptions about identity and normativity by writing female characters. Where once I found male characters easy to write, simply because there was so much variety already for me to choose from, I now realise that that very variety is kinda …


There are plenty of interesting male characters in media, but so many of them are compromised by dodgy (patriarchal) ideology in their design, their narrative themes, their character-arcs, and there is wish-fulfillment for a lot of these characters that ends up being disingenuous because it’s either a) unrealistic or b) presented as righteous and well-deserved when it really, really isn’t. That is the pool of “male experience” that I was drawing from, and I can’t go back to it now with a clear conscience, because fuck Andrew Largeman. It’s polluted and biased, and it’s taken me so long to realise just how bad it was.

And so in a sense I’m glad that I’m uncomfortable and uncertain to write male characters credibly, because it comes from realising that I’ve been fed bullshit my whole life – or, rather, that I’ve finally realised that I was unwittingly buying into the bullshit. Everybody thinks they’re above stereotypes and cliches; they’re unrealistic for a reason. But it’s one thing to see yourself as different, and another to see the world through a different lens than that of a stereotype that’s been drilled into you your whole life. I can’t see men as “people” anymore; now they’re men. And that’s fucking fantastic.

And gives me a really existential crisis when it comes to writing male characters – hence this current story I’m getting quite inspired to work on. I do absolutely feel the mugginess of the media atmosphere when all the leads and most of the support are dudes; it’s stifling and infuriating because it’s boring and iterative and just really uninteresting. It’s not something I want to contribute to. But for my own peace of mind, I want to know that I can write this thing. And I’m more than a little interested to see what I’ve learnt about what it means to be “a guy”. Hopefully more than Garden State had to offer.

I mean last semester I wrote a 6k-word essay on how horrible Garden State and its gender politics were, one would hope I took something away from that …

Buzzfed (inspired by the creepy mechanical buzzing noise coming from somewhere in the ceiling of the library while I try to study)

Surround sound, at the library’s topmost plateau, imperfectly-sealed windowpanes causing splitting and spraying to enclose me closely in the afterbirth of an onslaught of tidal soundwaves.

Wind … buzzing.


That doesn’t sound right. Wind doesn’t buzz.


Okay, maybe it does.

But no. There must be a mechanical malfunction lending its voice to the discussion this afternoon. Some wind –

Buzzz …

… some wind must have been diverted through a broken fan or something. But why put fans on the outside of the building? Where would they blow to? Doesn’t that kind of defeat the whole purpose?

buzzzZZZZZzzzz …

Then again, if instead it is some sort of primal proto-windchime stuck in the guttering, through which the wind is so hideously fluttering – or tangled leaves muttering; a chainsaw spluttering.

A chainsaw in the roof of the library.

I mean I wouldn’t be surprised. Libraries are so good at containing; it makes sense that books would soon find tangential company for keeps.

Perhaps it’s a warning.

Not for me. Not for us.

There’s quite a few of us here.

What warning are we not receiving or meant to heed?


The suspense is killing me.

What’s out the window? Other than this noisome wind.

Trees, buildings, rooftops – the ocean past the quay, and heavy, misty clouds drooping above, on the very edge of spilling their guts back down into the murky green water that they were plucked from …

What’s that shadow?

buzZZZZ …

Not the clouds; it’s too cloudy for clouds to cast a shadow …

… it’s below the surface.

Perhaps it’s just a trench beneath the surface. Though I’m sure I would have noticed that before –

It’s moving.


Towards …


“Attention: the library will be closing in five minutes. A legion of Deep Ones will soon be arriving to assault the premises, devouring every living being inside for the glory of R’lyeh, where dead Cthulhu waits dreaming, and reducing what few survivors remain to gibbering imbeciles. Please check out any books you want to borrow at the main desk, and exit the building. Cthulhu fhtagn; have a nice day.”

… bummer.

I was so close to being ahead with readings.

Nah, I’ve got time to finish this tutorial worksheet …