Archive for November, 2011

What Lies Beneath

Monday, November 28th, 2011

I recently joined a writing group(as an aside, I wonder why it’s a writing “group” but book “club”).  I’ve never been a member of such a thing before, but was attracted by the idea of joining a community of similarly-motivated (or unmotivated) people.  A lot of the talk is centers around not finding time to write and patting each other on the back when we do, good or bad books we’ve read, the occasional venture into of “how things are going” and review of something someone dared bring forward.  And then we do a writing exercise.  Right (or is that “write”?) there in the bar.  At first I was dreading this.  It’s not something I normally do and part of me didn’t see the point.  But it’s great.  A one or two word prompt is given and then we’re off for five minutes or so, with everyone reading out their “work” at the end.  And it’s never an embarrassment of nothing to say.  Stuff just pours out of people and it’s good.  Sure it’s a long way from a novel or an epic poem (it is only five minutes) but it is amazing what lies beneath the surface.  Unknown until it’s called forth.

I Always Wanted to be in the Movies

Saturday, November 12th, 2011

I am always surprised when someone I don’t know particularly well or just met says that they have checked out my blog.  Of course, I’m thrilled that someone – anyone – is reading this but I’m not quite used to people – particularly people from my professional life – knowing something about my writing life.  As it turns out, however, based on the attentiveness with which people seem to read, they still don’t seem to know much.  People have variously commented on:

  1. My screenplays: perhaps screenplays and just plain plays are interchangeable in some people’s minds;
  2. The film version of my screenplays: yes, I too am still waiting for this to come to a theatre near me;
  3. My acting: now, I have in fact acted but not in at least 12 years and not anywhere more prestigious than a little theatre, and I’m pretty sure this is the first mention I make of this in my blog; and,
  4. My published novels and the fact that they could not be found on Amazon: this misread I am happy to overlook.  Publishers please note, should you choose to publish one of my novels I have three readers who are ready to purchase.  Four if you count my parents.

Kiwi That

Sunday, November 6th, 2011

It was late in the avro when everything went pear-shaped down among the rats and mice.  But I figured everything was muntered anyway so it was horses for courses for me.

Yeah, what he said.  I am no raw prawn; sometime I really don’t know what these Kiwis are on about.  But I do (now) know that it’s bush-bashing, not bush-whacking.  Bush-whacking is just plain rude.