Sunday, September 27, 2009

Method in my Madness

Writing is something that a lot of people believe to be constant, unchanging. And to a great extent, they're right. Writing is essentially the conquering of the blank page, as it always has been. Whether that's for the purposes of wringing emotion, laughter, pathos or ethos from your reader, it's basically been the same forever. But the method to that writing has altered considerably, not just over the last century, but my own writing life, which loosely I credit with starting in earnest near the beginning of 1997.
I would have loved to have written in Victorian England. OK, there would be no Spellcheck, a very basic Thesaurus, and fewer opportunities for publication. But the idea of writing by Quill and Ink, of sealing letters with red wax stamps, candlelit writing at a bureau stocked to the gills with notepaper, random notes, research books, maps, the idea thrills me to even think of it. However, my own methods of writing have changed enormously, and looking into them, they're no less interesting in reality.
I began writing a novel, which is odd to me really, as that desire didn't resurface after that for a full six years. Aged 18, and mid-GCSE's, it seemed at the time like more of a distraction from tedious revision. I made no notes, I just started writing, and it was called Alert, and based on my favourite TV programme at the time, Red Dwarf. There were three parts to it, 'Blue' (Alert), Mauve (Alert) and Red...well, you see where my primitive style was going. It was fairly imaginative, but went nowhere, and was handwritten, on A4 lined paper.
My second foray into writing was scrawls. Those random Victorian notes I dreamed of I guess. What I wrote were jokes, often puns, or observations. I stuck them onto the fridge of the pub I was cooking in, being a chef at the time (it's still a four-letter word to me) and in the evenings, rehearsed the delivery of them until I made myself laugh. It wasn't easy. And whilst it led to performances alongside Ross Noble and Tim Vine on a few stages, it didn't lead to the fulfillment I was looking for.
Having changed locations a lot, my writing style changed to screenplays, two plays were started and the experience of writing these stood in me in good stead. Again these were handwritten, the year was 1998, but I had no computer. All my work was handwritten. This continued in my writing of short-storied, a short film, more performance stuff, audition pieces, etc. It continued all the way up to my debit novel. The original copy of Cats Don't Eat Pancakes was handwritten, all 367 pages of it, and edited by scrawls in the margin, on the page, everywhere. It was a mess. Such a mess in fact, that when Micaila persuaded me to type it up, turn it into something solid and do something with it, it was a huge amount of work. Editing on the computer was difficult, time-consuming, slow and uncomfortable.
I still make a lot of notes, little pieces of paper, that eventually get copied up into a book. Nowadays though, it's more about the surrounding environment - desk-space, soft-light, chapter plans or logistical guides to how I progress the script or book with each chapter or scene. All those things are important, and yet the desire to make notes and develop these into chapters, scenes, whatever. My writing method is making a note, copying it, typing in a peaceful environment, printing it out and tearing it apart so that the person I give that work to (long-game, the reader) doesn't tear it up also!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Back To The Writing Board

It's an odd feeling; the idea of returning to something that is such a constant. But writing a new project, any new foray into creative pursuits of writing always brings twin senses to my mind. Excitement and fear.

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." A powerful quote, attributed to Franklyn D. Roosevelt, but adopted forever after by U.S. Presidents, Prime Ministers from any country going, and anyone who steels themselves against what is to come. I think what we also fear at times is the successes we have disappearing. They say rich people only fear the loss of their money; that's what makes them greedy, stingy and mean. Well the creative mind fears the lack of imagination, the possibility that the inspiration will dry up or the ideas will cease to come. I know I do, even if at present I have two ideas to work on.

Returning to script-work whilst writing a third novel is daunting, but challenging. That kinda goes without saying, I know, but balancing those twin emotions is what keeps me going. It's all about learning to love the blank page, not fear it. Each page gives me the chance to write something that will thrill people, bring them to the edge of their seat, not think of switching over. Writing for television has its additional thrills and demands, of course. The script essentially needs page-turning moments regularly.

Where a novel (my novel, I hope...) can come together slowly, building the imagination of the reader, the viewer is a different beast, and requires a very different kind of feeding. Action, drama, plot and suspense, all in three separate hours (at least until I pick up my editing scalpel!) - it's going to be juggling I've not done since March, when I wrote a screenplay that is currently in production. I'd be dishonest not to admit that payment for that project is an inspiration for new material, but not the financial aspect, more the feeling of earning my way in life through work that is close to my heart. It's an amazing feeling, and one worth going after with all of my effort.

To that, and the possibilities of another week at the desk of choice...